Peter Hammill - "That must be the House" lyrics

MONTRESOR That must be the house. There is no other within many miles. But surely not... It's just an empty shell, devoid of life; a sterile outcrop of stone amid the mire. But there can be no doubt, this is the house! And yet it looks so dark, so forbidding , so dead. That great crumbling facade, windows just like vacant eyes that peer upon the stagnant, glistening blackness of the lake... I have never seen anything like it! The gloom, the rotting dankness of the place... It must be my imagination, the darkness and the cold... Yet still, far beneath the plane of thought and quite against my will, my heart begins to tremble in mad anticipation of the House and I am forced to recognise a consciousness of fear; a cold and senseless fear, nameless, formless, chilling to the bone... No, it's just the leaden air that makes me forget myself, the weather and the dusk. This must be all that sets my teeth on edge and the hairs at the nape of my neck to attention. And what of his sister? This does not speak of her but I understand she, too, lives with him here in the House of Usher, home of the family for five hundred years or more. It's a strange place, a strange house, an even stranger clan; all either saints or mad, not an ordinary man among them; geniuses all... But, all time-honoured as it is, the Usher race has put forth no enduring branch. And so from sire to son, from sire to son the patrimony and the name have been pa**ed. Through all their ancestry no cousins, aunts of ba*tards disturb the singular symmetry of the family tree. Well then, so I am here; I have come; and it is too late, to dark to run. But what a chilling sight, this palace crouching in the night... Ah, there! A light! I am awaited; I am expected; I shall not disappoint my friend.