Evermore

Thou art my master from Heaven
The guardian of my heart
And the Raven above my head.

Thou sentest me a Dark Cat three years ago for helping me to survive....
My angel thee will be here when Death comes for my soul of Blood.
But what kind of puppet will I be before that?

Thou art my ghost Grandpa
Thou passed me down all the power thou hadst with words and all thy genius with poetry.
But, I received thy madness and thy anger towards the world.
So, what kind of Facts they'll find inside me when the Mask knock on for his due?

I'm waiting for my Fall.
I'm waiting for the smile of Lenore.
And my body will decay
And my soul will be sitting next to thee,
Dear Eddie,
Finally, I will be in peace.