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Gothic Ballad, Gothic Folk Ballad, Female Vocals, Edgar Allan Poe Vibe, Supernatural, Occult. Lyrics by Mary Ennisgirl are below. Haunted [Verse 1] Within a dim and dreaming vale, Where shadows weary, thin, and pale, Do congregate in silent masses Behind the panes of leaden glasses— There stands a House of ancient bone, Of lichened brick and curdled stone, Whose mortar holds a secret dread Distilled from spirits long since dead. [Chorus] Oh, heavy hangs the velvet shroud! The silence shrieks—it cries aloud! Through corridors of ebon gloom, We pace the floorboards of our tomb— For here the Soul and Sorrow wed, Within this Mansion of the Dead. [Verse 2] The pendulum—with rhythmic beat— Measures the pulse of pale retreat, As through the halls, a phantom tread Echoes the words the Raven said. A portrait hangs with hollow eyes, To watch the flickering candle die— And in the cellar’s damp embrace, I see a long-forgotten face. [Chorus] Oh, heavy hangs the velvet shroud! The silence shrieks—it cries aloud! Through corridors of ebon gloom, We pace the floorboards of our tomb— For here the Soul and Sorrow wed, Within this Mansion of the Dead. [Verse 3] The timber groans—a jagged sigh— Beneath a bleak and sulfur sky; No swallow builds a nesting home Within this grim and gilded dome. For every latch and every key Is forged in Iron Misery— And every gust of midnight air Is but a whisper of Despair. [Chorus] Oh, heavy hangs the velvet shroud! The silence shrieks—it cries aloud! Through corridors of ebon gloom, We pace the floorboards of our tomb— For here the Soul and Sorrow wed, Within this Mansion of the Dead. [Bridge] Is there—is there balm in Gilead? Or is the master merely mad? The floor is stained with more than ink— The mind is poised upon the brink! The walls collapse! The tarn is deep! Into the vortex—let us sleep. [Outro] In the sepulchre—by the sea— The House is all—that’s left of me. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore. Lyrics by Mary Ennisgirl Music Arrangement by Mary Ennisgirl Vocalist, Emma Allan Poe (Persona) Produced by, Mary Ennisgirl Copyright, Mary Ennisgirl