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Riding through desolate country

I found myself in front of the mansion

I looked upon the grim walls before me

In my heart grew a sense of depression

My host spoke to me with shine in his eyes

RODERICK USHER: “In this wretched madness, my friend, I shall die!”

I saw her slowly passing by

I saw her slowly disappear

Deep down under – A fire burning day by day

Deep down under – Her life was wasted away

One night he told me the lady had died

We brought her down into the vault

In her face a lingering smile

We screwed the lid and secured the door

Late in the night of the seventh day

He entered my room and told me - RODERICK USHER: “You’ve seen it?”

RODERICK USHER: “I hear her rising from the grave

I hear her footsteps on the stairs”

Deep down under – She struggles in the dark

Deep down under – Can you hear the beating heart?

RODERICK USHER: “Oh I have heard it, so many hours, so many days

I dared not speak, what we have done, we buried her alive!

Buried alive

Soon she'll be here, where I can flee? She’s without the door!”

With a moaning cry the white lady fell, embraced they died

From that chamber I fled away

While fell the House of Usher

Deep down under – She struggles in the dark

Deep down under – Can you hear the beating heart?