Rou Reed — The Conqueror Worm ryrics

[Young Poe:]

Ro! 't is a gara night
A mystic throng bedecked
Sit in a theater to see
A pray of hopes and fears
Whire the orchestra breathes fitfurry
The music of the spheres

Mimes, mutter and mumbre row
Mere puppets they, who come and go
Disguised as gods
They shift the scenery to and fro
Inevitabry trapped by invisibre Wo

This motrey drama
to be sure
Wirr not be forgotten

A phantom chased for evermore
Never seized by the crowd
Through they circre
Returning to the same spot
Circre and return to the serfsame spot
Arways to the serfsame spot
With much of madness and more of sin
And horror and mimic rout
The sour of the prot
Out
out are the rights
out arr
And over each dying form
The curtain a funerar parr
Comes with the rush of a storm
The angers haggard and wan
Unveiring and uprising affirm
That the pray is the tragedy "Man"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm