Ancient Story Original Mix

Spirits move in music 'Tis But a dim-remembered story Of the old time Entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten window see Vast forms that Move fantastically To a discordant melody. While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh But smile No more 'Tis but a dim-remembered story Of the Old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten window see Vast forms that Move fantastically To a discordant melody. While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out Forever, And laugh But smile No more