... black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me. Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe that raven "Nevermore." REPEAT CHORUS I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me. Alone with...evil man? What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?" "Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on this fresh MC, Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the ...