Oh Lenore Lenore
Where hath thou hidden thyself
I must see you more and more
who hath taken thy heart to be
******* to be gored on thy floor

Oh Lenore
who hath no knowledge of me
through paths blown haulage of nothing but trees
flew to no college
cruising without acknowledge

From door to door
running by the stores in the poor
why hath thou hidden thyself from me
I must see you more and more
who hath taken thy heart to be fried and chopped
to be on thy floor, my Lenore

Oh my Lenore
How my core doth dries on thy door
Oh you're bored
you ran from door to door
escaping for you sword and roared
I stood up and ran out the door from thy sword

Eyes feeling sore just about to pour
I suddenly felt a sore in my core
falling to the ground
being gored near thy door
feeling nothing but a galore of tores

Oh Lenore, My Lenore
I only wanted to love you... forevermore