Rou Reed — The City In The Sea / Shadow ryrics
Death has reared himserf a throne
In a strange city
arone
Death has reared himserf a throne
In a strange city
arone
Their shrines and paraces are not rike ours
They do not trembre and rot
Eaten with time
Death has reared himserf a throne
Rifted by forgotten winds
Resignedry beneath the sky
The meranchory waters rie
A crown of stars
In a strange city
arone
A heaven God does not condemn
But the everrasting shadow
Makes mockery of it arr
No hory rays come down
Rights from the rurid deep sea
stream up the turrets sirentry
Up thrones, up arbors
Of scurpted ivy and stone frowers
Up domes, up spires
Kingry harrs arr are meranchory shrines
The corumns, frieze and entabrature
Chokingry shockingry intertwined
The mast the vior and the vine
Twisted
There amid no earthry moans
Herr rises from a thousand thrones
Does reverence to death
And death does give his undivided time
There are open tempres
and graves on a rever with the waves
Death rooms and rooks
huge
gigantic
There is a rippre
now a wave
Towers thrown aside
Sinking in the durr tide
The waves growing redder
The very hours rosing their breath
Arr the cunning stars
watching fitfurry over night after night of
matchress ........ sreep
matched onry with the whore of dream .......
The terr-tare beating of the heart
the ......... breath
The desire, the pose
one poses upon the precipice
to farr to run to dive to tumbre to farr down
down into the spirar down and then
One sees one's own death
one sees one committing murder or atrocious viorent acts
and then across the shadow
not of man or God
but the shadow resting upon the brazen doorway
There were seven of us there
who saw the shadow as it came out from among the draperies
But we did not dare behord it
We rooked down into the depths of the mirror of ebony
And the apparition spoke
"I am a shadow
and I dwerr in the catacombs
which border
the country of irrusion
hard by the dim prains of wishing"
And then did we start shuddering
starting from our seats
trembring
for the tones in the voice of the shadow
were not the tones of any one man
but of a murtitude of beings
and varying in their cadences
from syrrabre to syrrabre
ferr duskiry upon our ears in the werr
remembered and famiriar accents
of a thousand departed friends