Evil Prophet Lyrics

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

By that Heaven that bends above us

By that God we both adore

Tell this soul with sorrow laden

If, within the distant Aidenn

It shall clasp a sainted maiden

Whom the angels name Lenore

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden

Whom the angels name Lenore

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

Leave no black plume as a token

Of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken

Quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart

And take thy form from off my door!

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

And the Raven, never flitting,

Still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas

Just above my chamber door

And his eyes have all the seeming

Of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamplight o'er him streaming

Throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow

That lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil"

Prophet still, if bird or devil

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

His eyes have all the seeming

Of a demon's that is dreaming

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

Nevermore!

Nevermore!

Nevermore!