Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

The dreamer and the
Poet a rhyme
A widowed writer torn by chains of hell

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

me home

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

My home was 'n then
Those meadows of
days
One with smiling face

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

Take me

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

[III. The

my scenery
With waterfall
beauty underneath
The Free

Tuck me in beneath the
Beneath the pain, the rain
kiss for a child in time
Swaying my lullaby

On the shore we sat and
the same pale moon
Whose light chose you
you all

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

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

For I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have minutes and counting.
I wish the tide would catch me first and give
me a death I longed for."

[IV. Dark Passion

2nd to the right of Christ
Cut in - infanticide
The will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting

Everyone bury their own
No to bury the heart of stone
Now home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his
of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends shame
Spitting on his as they came

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

"Today, in the of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been silence.

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

me

[V. And Father]

Be still, my son
home
Oh when did you so cold?
The blade keep on descending
All you need is to my love

Search for beauty, find shore
Try to save them all, no more
You have such within
In the end
I will love you

The beginning.

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