Annabel Lee / The Bells

Lyrics

Annabel Lee: Let the burial rite begin The funeral song be sung An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young Sweet Lenore has gone before Taking hope that flew beside Leaving instead the wild dead child That should have been your bride It was many and many a year ago In a kingdom by the sea She was a child and you were a child In the kingdom by the sea But the moon never beams The stars never rise No angels envy thee For Ligeia rests dead With three winged seraphs In this kingdom by the sea Wedded darkly Soul to soul You shrink in size Down to a mole And disappear into the hole Of the dark mind's imaginings Shrinking Shrinking Shrinking