The Raven

Once upon a midnight in December
Shadows fell like ghosts upon the floor
Lost in thoughts and staring at the ember
When he heard the rapping at the door

This might be some visitor for certain
So he went to open up the door
Darkness was outside like a black curtain
Merely the dark night and nothing more

Suddenly a heavy sized raven flew inside
Perched and sat upon the ancient bust

Oh, nevermore, no, nеvermore!
This is your destiny – you can′t dеny it!
Oh, nevermore, no, nevermore!
Will be the final answer of the raven
And nothing more!

"Tell me, what's your name?" at last he muttered
And the raven answered: "Nevermore."
Even not a feather then it fluttered
Sitting on the bust above the door

He returned in dreary thoughts of sorrow:
"All my friends and hopes have flown before –
Even this dark bird will leave tomorrow"
Here the raven answered: "Nevermore."

Silence fell upon the room and he was turning pale
Thinking of the dead and lost Lenore

Oh, nevermore, no, nevermore!
This is your destiny – you can′t deny it!
Oh, nevermore, no, nevermore!
This is the final answer of the raven
And nothing more!

"Devil or bird – tell me if I go to heaven
Will I return, will I return to Lenore?"

Still there it sat, still there it sat, the dark raven
And then it quoth, and then it quoth: "Nevermore."

Oh, nevermore, no, nevermore
You will receive an answer from the raven
Oh, nevermore, no, nevermore
Your soul will never lifted from the shadows
No, nevermore!