The Fall of the House of Usher (Prelude, Arrival, Intermezzo, Pavane & Fall)

Lyrics

[Prelude] [Narration: Orson Welles] Shadows of shadows passing It is now 1831, and as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is an essential Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry Music, without the idea, is simply music Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor; Man becomes carcass; Home becomes catacomb; The dead, are but for a moment, motionless [Instrumental] [Arrival] [Instrumental] [Intermezzo] [Instrumental] [Pavane] [Instrumental] [Fall] [Instrumental]