Lou Reed - The Conqueror Worm Lyrics
[Young Poe:]Lo! 't is a gala nightA mystic throng bedeckedSit in a theater to seeA play of hopes and fearsWhile the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheresMimes, mutter and mumble lowMere puppets they, who come and goDisguised as godsThey shift the scenery to and froInevitably trapped by invisible WoThis motley dramato be sureWill not be forgottenA phantom chased for evermoreNever seized by the crowdThrough they circleReturning to the same spotCircle and return to the selfsame spotAlways to the selfsame spotWith much of madness and more of sinAnd horror and mimic routThe soul of the plotOutout are the lightsout allAnd over each dying formThe curtain a funeral pallComes with the rush of a stormThe angels haggard and wanUnveiling and uprising affirmThat the play is the tragedy "Man"And its hero the Conqueror Worm