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 widowed writer torn apart by chains of

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

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to hideaway
I cannot cry the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the 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

My home was there 'n
meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled
One with smiling face

Please, no words
Thoughts from a head
No praise
Tell me once my heart right

me home

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

[III. The

my scenery
With turquoise
With beauty
The Free

Tuck me in the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the
Goodnight kiss for a in time
Swaying blade my

On the we sat and hoped
Under the same moon
guiding 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 long enough to hear the sounds of guns,
enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your betray you.

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

[IV. Passion Play]

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

must bury their own
No pack to bury the of stone
Now he's in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, for his farewell

The dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion
Performed by his friends shame
Spitting on his grave as came

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me 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 cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold
(Whore for the world
for the cold 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 music he had too long been without silence.

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

me

[V. Mother And

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

Search for beauty, your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no
You have oceans within
In the end
I always love you

The beginning.

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