Текст песни Э.А.По - Червь-Победитель

Dimmed lights, radiance burned down !
Above each figure, trembling , dumb ,
As the shroud sinister , twisted veil
And falling down , like a gust of storm
And the angels , with seats rising , pale ,
They argue embraced darkness ,
That this tragedy of life is called ,
With worm - winner - the drama of the hero!

EA Poe
Translation K. Balmont