Luyện nghe bài hát Masque Of The Red Death

(inspired by the of Edgar Allen Poe)

I. Red
It was a time when life was
Long was the land
Never had there been
A more fatal plague all man
pain, sudden faintness
Your energy to fade
As you stand there somewhat
You know 'Red Death' is on way
Blood, blood, blood and more
Profuse bleeding at the
You watch blood slowly sizzle
As your flesh dissolves more
Screams of anguish, still flowing
the ground a rotten red
Your time has come, you must your maker
As you into the valley of the shadow of death

II. The Master Plan
All men feared this disaster
But the valiant Prince had the only
For his majesty and his chosen
The of new life would free them of contagion
Magnificent it was this of seclusion
Surrounded by these so massive yet elusive
The gates were welded impervious to those forsaken
letting go of the souls that were taken
There was beauty, was wine
Ambrosia and sweet
from within
All of pleasure
the Master-Plan
Providing noble
the palace gates
'Red Death' just and waits for you

It was toward the of the fifth or
month of his seclusion, and while the
pestilence most furiously abroad, that
the Prospreo entertained his thousand
at a masked ball of the most unusual
magnificence... Edgar Poe (1809-1849)

III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth and Return of the Red Death
Bizzare it was seven
Held this except for one
It stood alone, the wing
Where no one shared it's
tinted panes, brazier or fire
Projects it's
A clock stands tall,
It warns of so soon to be
So loud, so deep the pay heed
The dissonant ring of
The goes pale as darkness
Shrouds the in their revelry
as the echos ceased
A light laughter spread through the
And all is
Until the chiming of old ebony

The clock struck the twelfth hour
And everyting ceased as the cowered
The swings all still, all silent
Save the voice of old
As the last chime died and sunk silence
Soon it was felt a presence so
and gaunt who is this masked figure
Shrouded in habiliments of the
His blood splattered bore a striking resemblence
The countenance of a corpse
He to and fro in a slow, solemn movement
Enraging the Duke, of his sanctuary
'Seize him, unmask him, ' the prince
dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery?
You'll at sunrise! '
Not a came forth it seemed like all was lost
As the make his way unimpeded
An he went on trugged through each chamber
Where the music swelled and the dreams lived on and on
The prince in dagger drawn aloft
As the figure to the seventh chamber
He turns, a piercing sharp cry
Now the lay dead in the hall of the velvet...
Then summoning the wild of despair,
A throng of revellers at threw themselves
the black apartment, and seizing the mummer,
Whose tall figure stood erect and motionless
the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped
In unutterable horror at the grave
and corpse-like mask, which they
Handled so violent a rudeness, untenated
By any form.
And now was acknowlegded the
Of the Red Death. He had come as a
In the night and one by one the revellers
In the blood-bedewed of their revel,
And died in the despairing posture of his fall.
As the life of the ebony clock out
With that the of the gay.
And the of the tripods expired. And Darkness
And Decay and the Red held illimitable dominion over all...
Allen Poe (1809-1849)