choice left Is to die in a moment of splendour Ultimate this experience shall be Echoes of melancholy Are haunting my dreams Dying in a moment of splendour Echoes
And the only word there spoken, was the whispered name, Lenore This I thought in out loud whispered from my lips The foul name festered, echoing itself
's crossed that there's a heaven Heaven heaven heaven heaven I found a scroll And ancient bones A million ghosts Were all around I found a scroll And ancient
up around dirt an dope, an jelous evil tactics to shovel up caskets, and double barrell shotty blasted I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin murders so ancient
line There's letters left unopened here There never is the time There's messages I should return And people I should call I'm still tripping over echoes
cross seas to shores Glide through cities of brick and stone Irish meadows and fields of green Broken arrows of ancient roan Fly with me Come on and
meant When you walked out of that door To put off any chance to be with you once more The only thing you left behind was terror You're like an echo
voltage, the shining slab The crack of midnight in the doctors lab I'm the night before, the morning after Echoing of the barons laughter Echoing of
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
enemies and friends A silent whisper echoes in my ear Like thousand voices crying in the air Come on baby, let?s do it before Love becomes an ancient
constantly remind us we are free Down the ancient corridors Through the gates of time Run the ghosts of days that we left behind Down the ancient corridors
from the gaping chasm of dark dimension Forgotten black flames will burn again The battle hymn echoes in my soul Free from fetters of the ancient magic
Oppressive air heary and noxious Volcanic outpour roars from the heaving angered ancient earth Storm of spirits raging Corrosion eats away oxidizing mentally
pitter and the patter of her dance once whirled away The eve like a dream of youthful bloom But now the iron clatter of my godforsaken woe Echoes ancient
The rain auditions at my window Its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops
In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
