Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

The dreamer and the
Poet without a
A writer torn apart by chains of hell

One perfect verse
Is still the same old
Oh Christ how I hate what I become

me home

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

My home was there 'n
Those meadows of
days
One every smiling face

Please, no more
from a severed head
No praise
Tell me my heart goes right

me home

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 but two faces
One for the
One for God
me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world
(Whore for the world
Whore for the world)

[III. The

Sparkle my
With waterfall
With beauty
The Ever

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

On the shore we sat and
Under the same moon
Whose guiding chose you
you all

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

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

For years been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me and give
me a I always longed for."

[IV. Passion Play]

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

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

The morning dawned, his altar
Remains of the passion play
by his friends without shame
Spitting on his as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to dreamer's
I cannot cry 'cause the cries more
I die, I, a whore for the cold 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 world
(Whore for the cold
Whore for the world)

"Today, in the year of our 2005,
Tuomas was called from the of the world.
He stopped at the end of each beautiful day.
The he wrote had too long been without silence.

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

me

[V. And Father]

Be still, my son
home
Oh did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on
All you is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your
Try to save them all, no more
You have oceans within
In the end
I will always you

The beginning.

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