Peter Hammill - "She is dead" lyrics

Chorus Late that evening the Lady Madeline again succumbed to the power of her dark afflictions. Her brother and her friend sat by her and Montresor, although familiar with many of the gross and wonderful phenomena of morbid flesh marvelled at the depth and completeness of her coma. Life so exactly mirroring d**h that only the merest of involuntary pulses betrayed the presence of a Spirit hiding within. In the cold hours before dawn they broke their vigil and Montresor retired to a restless sleep only to be woken as a grey light spread from the east across the leaden tarn. USHER Montresor, she is dead. She is dead, I sat by her, I watched her; I am alone. USHER, That she should die so, MONTRESOR, that she should die so young, HERBALIST fate is cruel, fate is hard. Why must innocence be punished? Need a flower fall so fast? Why must innocence be punished? Was her soul too good to last? Now the punishment is finished And the fever... the fever called 'Living'... that fever's conquered at last. USHER Will you do something for me? MONTRESOR With all my heart USHER I wish my sister to be entombed in one of the vaults beneath the House. The family burial ground is remote, to lead her cortege there would require a strength of will I do not command. Will you help me bear her? MONTRESOR Of course, of course I will... USHER Come then, before I fully realise my loss.