Текст и слова песни Hammil Peter – Act Five
(Dawn the next day)
CHORUS
Late that evening the Lady Madeline
Again succumbed to the power
Of her dark affliction.
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 death 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 and the Herbalist enter)
USHER
Montresor,
She is dead.
She is dead,
I sat by her,
I watched her;
I am alone.
USHER, MONTRESOR, HERBALIST
That she should die so,
That she should die so young,
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.
End of Act Five
CHORUS
Late that evening the Lady Madeline
Again succumbed to the power
Of her dark affliction.
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 death 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 and the Herbalist enter)
USHER
Montresor,
She is dead.
She is dead,
I sat by her,
I watched her;
I am alone.
USHER, MONTRESOR, HERBALIST
That she should die so,
That she should die so young,
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.
End of Act Five
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