Annabel Lee / The Bells - Lou Reed

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