This black bird is waiting outside in the dark,
This sorrow is growing deep in the heart.
There is no Lenore and no Anabelle Lee,
For love, even in death, is not meant to be.
The light and the faith and the good are all gone -
Behold now, the monster that I have become.
Like Roderick's house I'm destined to fall
And Decay and Darkness shall rule over all.