The Gospel of Corbin

There’s something rapping out the door
A dead man’s mourning, nevermore
We sang our merriment once before
Then it came, out the door

The darkest hour is finally here
Reap the plenty of midnight fear
We sing and laugh, our lives so dear
Death by moonlight, these walls so sheer

There’s something cawing out the door
A live man’s crying, evermore 
We danced our pleasures once before
Then it entered, out the door

The blackest tides are soon to grow
The reaping of the reaper’s sow
We drink and play, our lives below
Brought by night, the death we know

There’s something scratching out the door
A ghostly howl, forevermore
We wept our sorrow once before
Then it left, out the door

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