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Conqueror worm (Verse 1-3) for Soprano & Choir
Soprano soloist & Mixed choir (SSSAAATTBB) Live performance in Copenhagen 2012. Soloist is Helene Lang.
Classical - Contemporary
Previous peak charts position #135
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #37
Edgar Allan Poe
November 17, 2012
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CONQUEROR WORM Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe! That motley drama- oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.