Since that day I can remember each individual fading ember.
And now every time the clock strikes twelve, one word rings in my mind: nevermore.
This raven of prophecy has me eternally haunted, never letting your name be forgotten.
And now all hope of moving on as I wanted, cannot happen my dear, sweet Lenore.
I miss you my love, my angel, my heart, from now until never my dear, sweet Lenore.
‘Til my gloomy days are done, it is you I will adore.

Now is my time of mourn and sorrow, for each day I wake, I will dread the morrow.
Sent by you, was that crow? It certainly is otherwise, that he perched upon my door.
Awfully I hope that you are not its master, for that would make my heart beat faster.
Faster, faster, ‘til the outcome is disaster, dropping my half-hearted soul to the floor.
This horrid thought shall leave my mind, or else this soul will be no more.
Wait for me, pray for me, my dear, sweet Lenore.