Revenge, Revenge my sweet sweet revenge,
Twas in fair Italy you took your shape just after festival fair
Love in air as Montresser walks as if sin escapes him.
Confident in his web of lies that he spun the night he did away with my dear brother
Fortenaldo's skeleton rots within his cellars and he has no remorse
How foolish he is, thinking judgment will not fall on his head
How foolish he is to think that he has a right to be content.
A heart for an eye and a hand for a tooth is my new philosophy
He embarks to meet his aficionado with blissful steps
I skulk in shadow waiting for rich opportunity to knock.
Lo, his lover is fair mayor's daughter, Lenore!
How unfortunate it is for her to die for Montressor's sins
The walk and eat as I watch and wait,
A boat excursion is planned down a channel,
I walk on the tops of houses above,
My servant hovers above there very heads, he is another part of my plot.
My servant calls and I follow, trailing the lovers.
The then reached a small overpass which I took to my own gain
With haste I made my way onto the overpass which I used to place my self on their boat.
Lenore shrieked as I plunged my knife into her breast,
Foolish Montresser had no time to act in response.
As quickly as I came I dove into the channel as the lifeless body of Lenore fell with me.
As I dried in the dreary midnight air, I called for my servant.
As always he came in black,
It was now his turn in my plot
"Go!" I said "Torment my enemy this night! Will you stop tormenting him until he lies cold?"
And my servant replied correctly in the only word he knew….
"Nevermore"