Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

The dead.
The blade upon him
him to the white lands
Of
Of

[II.

The dreamer and the
without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by of hell

One last verse
Is the same old song
Oh how I hate what I have become

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold
me
I but two faces
One for the
One for God
me
I cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was 'n then
meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled
One with every smiling

Please, no more
Thoughts a severed head
No more
Tell me once my heart goes

me home

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world
me
I have but two
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold
(Whore for the world
Whore for the world)

[III. The

Sparkle my
turquoise waterfall
With beauty
The Ever

Tuck me in the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the
Goodnight kiss for a child in
Swaying my lullaby

On the we sat and hoped
Under the same pale
Whose light chose you
you all

"I'm afraid, I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and
I I will die alone.
But loved.

You live long to hear the sounds of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming night,
long enough to see friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto altar.
Now I only have three and counting.
I just wish the tide catch me first and give
me a I always longed for."

[IV. Passion Play]

2nd to the right of Christ
Cut in half -
The world rejoice today
As the crows on the rotting poet

Everyone bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of
Now he's home in hell, serves him
by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark play
Performed by his friends without
Spitting on his grave as they

Getaway, runaway, fly
me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I die, I, a whore for the cold world
me
I have but two
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold
(Whore for the world
for the cold world)

"Today, in the of our Lord 2005,
was called from the cares of the world.
He crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too been without silence.

He was found and dead,
a smile in his face, a pen and
1000 pages of text."

me

[V. Mother And

Be still, my son
You're
Oh when did you become so
The blade keep on descending
All you need is to my love

for beauty, find your shore
Try to them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans
In the end
I will always you

The beginning.

[[[Note: This is exactly how the lyrics appear in the CD cover itself - every single punctuation and break in line and is from the official CD cover. Please do not change.]]]