| Lyrics: | Edgar Allen Poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to
a fatal illness,
is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. A dreamy, drug
induced state is no escape from
the pain felt after losing his beautiful Ligeia.
In time, he remarries. Soon after, however,
wife number two falls ill and
becomes comatosed. Life now drained from her body, an odd cry
is heard
from her death bed. The eyes stare back... Ligeia is reborn."
I do
not remember, where we did meet
Lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo
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Yet with instability one thing stands too clear
Lady perfection, mystery, of whom I shed
a tear
Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
Cured of her malady, could
this be my lost;
Ligeia
Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
Cured
of her malady, could this be my lost;
Ligeia
Sickness fell upon Ligeia, all
knew she would die
Midnight came to lay her rest, farewell
Opium dreams,
grief-stricken years, I took another bride
Replacing that which I did have, Ligeia why
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Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
Cured of her malady, could this be my
lost;
Ligeia
Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
Cured of her
malady, could this be my lost;
Ligeia
Chronic disease, my luck cursed
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My new wife has died
Coming from her bed of death, I thought I heard her cry
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Could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie
Approaching her, I chilled to
stone, for it did swiftly rise
I can never be mistaken, there were, they were Ligeia's
eyes
Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
Cured of her malady, could this
be my lost;
Ligeia
Air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality
Cured of
her malady, yet this is my lost |
