Guessing Game: Edgar Allan Poe or Goth Song Lyrics?

Monday marks the birthday of O.G. Edgar Allan Poe — original goth (one of them, anyway). Poe’s morose poems and gloomy short tales populate the annals of gothic literature. The master of the macabre’s life wasn’t exactly cheery, either. Drugs, booze, depression, and family tragedy plagued Poe during his day — but in death we celebrate him with a guessing game only a real goth could appreciate. Inspired by the dank darkness of Poe’s danky doom, we present you with: Edgar Allan Poe or Goth Song Lyrics? Look deep into the abyss for the answers (or simply highlight or double-click them to view).


Tend the horses
Let them crawl
Put them in their cages
Open your eyes
And despite what’s deep

Goth: Fields of the Nephilim, “Moonchild” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token

Poe: “The Raven” (Highlight or double-click to view)

And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

Goth: Bauhaus, “Passion of Lovers” (Highlight or double-click to view)

I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave

Goth: Sisters of Mercy, “Marian” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Beneath the pressure of torments such as these
The feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed
Evil thoughts became my sole intimates
The darkest and most evil of thoughts

Poe: “The Black Cat” (Highlight or double-click to view)


In her sepulcher there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poe: “Annabel Lee” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Pleasure is bleeding to smoother the words
The four walls drain me dry
of all imagination
Crying out to be told to stand still

Goth: Christian Death, “Cavity – First Communion” (Highlight or double-click to view)

The skies they were ashen and sober
The leaves they were crisped and sere
The leaves they were withering and sere
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year

Poe: “Ulalume” (Highlight or double-click to view)

From the cradle bars
Comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice

Goth: Siouxsie and the Banshees, “Spellbound” (Highlight or double-click to view)


There’s locusts in (hidden) there
She’s got the old fool gold

Goth: Cocteau Twins, “In the Gold Dust Rush” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone

Poe: “The City in the Sea” (Highlight or double-click to view)

And burn me with your mouth
I’m fantasy for the war with kings
For I have found my terrible beauty
This golden law has a silver smile

Goth: Sex Gang Children, “Barbarossa” (Highlight or double-click to view)

And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams

Poe: “Berenice” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Am I all alone
A vision of mine is becoming clear
It’s all so new it can’t be true
Sometimes the words appear in my head

Goth: The Damned, “Is It a Dream?” (Highlight or double-click to view)

A mortal melody
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky

Poe: “Israfel” (Highlight or double-click to view)

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young

Poe: “Lenore” (Highlight or double-click to view)


My eyes is all grey
And I haven’t slept in days
Locked up in your dungeon
Running around in your maze

Goth: Alien Sex Fiend, “Now I’m Feeling Zombified” (Highlight or double-click to view)

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser
It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt
As such to him who has done the wrong

Poe: “The Cask of Amontillado” (Highlight or double-click to view)

Else there is no immortality for man
Arousing from the most profound of slumbers
We break the gossamer web of some dream

Poe: “The Pit and the Pendulum” (Highlight or double-click to view)

I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees

Goth: The Cure, “A Forest” (Highlight or double-click to view)