The dawn was upon me and I laid still in my own chamber
The sun has set on me forever as the night starts with a chill
The breeze was chilled and my hands were cold, wished for an amber
I looked up and all I saw were the lines of the cracked wood
I laid on the wooden bed, I laid all alone
All alone I lay on the wood with no one by my side

My loneliness was broken, broken by a whisper
I wished to open the cracked wooden lid, to see the whisper
But all I saw was the darkness piercing back at me, waiting in silence
I wished to close the door and turn back to loneliness
But as I walked to close the lid, it whispered again, "Lenore"
"Lenore", that's the name I was given, the name he recognised me with
I wanted to reply back, but no voice came out, no voice by my core

I waited long, waited all alone in my unbroken silence
And the whisper came again and broke my loneliness
"Lenore", I heard. But the cracks of the ceiling grew larger on me
Lines of the wood kept me laid on my wooden bed
I laid in silence, wanting to reply-to reply to the voice of my lover
I know he awaits for me in the darkness; his voice can reach me

See me, I am here, hear me, I lay here, in the desolate silence
The wood and darkness would not allow me to whisper back to you
My love, I’m here, lying in the ebony of darkness on my wooden lines of bed
I wish to see you, hear you, the promise I kept is not broken, I remember the oar
But the darkness is increasing, within the lines of wood I lay in
The wood I lay in will eat me alive...alive? ...I don't know

Then the raven sitting on the Thing with my name on it, 'Lenore'
The bird gave me hope-hope that it was from my lover
The tapping on the lid came again, but the voice of the raven was too captivating
I laid there still since the dawn of time, Of My time
And the dark bird sent by my love gave reason to knock on the lid again
It was me, I, who knocked on the lid of my chamber of death

The bird on my headstone says it was sent from my love
But I am too far away to see it; all I can hear is its voice in my labyrinth
The labyrinth which I formed by the lines of the wooden bed I lay
Waiting to be with my love, to hold him close to me, to raise me high
Till then I lay here waiting, waiting for his warm hands
I lay on my deathbed, in the darkness of ground,
I lay all alone with no one by my side.