"Act 1. That Must Be The House" lyrics - PETER HAMMILL

PETER HAMMILL
"Act 1. That Must Be The House"

[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 passed.
Through all their ancestry no cousins,
Aunts of bastards
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.