Luyện nghe bài hát Masque Of The Red Death

(inspired by the of Edgar Allen Poe)

I. Red
It was a time life was short
devastated was the land
Never had there been
A fatal plague against all man
Pungent pain, sudden
energy begins to fade
As you stand somewhat daunted
You know Death' is on it's way
Blood, blood, and more blood
Profuse bleeding at the
You watch blood slowly sizzle
As your flesh dissolves some
Screams of anguish, still flowing
Pollutes the ground a red
Your time has come, you meet your maker
As you slip the valley of the shadow of death

II. The Master Plan
All men feared this disaster
But the valiant had the only answer
For his majesty and his ones
The inception of new life free them of contagion
Magnificent it was structure of seclusion
Surrounded by these walls so massive yet
The were welded shut impervious to those forsaken
Never letting go of the souls were taken
was beauty, there was wine
Ambrosia and sweet
Flowing from
All appliances of
the Master-Plan
Providing noble
Outside the palace
'Red Death' sits and waits for you

It was toward the of the fifth or
sixth month of his seclusion, and the
pestilence raged 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 Hour and Return of the Red
it was seven chambers
Held this except for one
It alone, the western wing
no one shared it's offerings
Blood panes, brazier or fire
it's rays
A clock tall, ominous
It warns of death so to be
So loud, so the guests pay heed
The dissonant ring of
The crowd goes as darkness
Shrouds the maskers in their
Then as the ceased
A light laughter through the assembly
And all is
Until the next of old ebony

The ebony clock struck the twelfth
And everyting ceased as the cowered
The pendulum swings all still, all
Save the voice of old
As the last chime died and into silence
Soon it was felt a presence so
Tall and gaunt who is this masked
Shrouded in habiliments of the
His splattered mask bore a striking resemblence
The countenance of a corpse
He stalked to and fro in a slow, solemn
Enraging the Duke, invasion of his
'Seize him, him, ' commanded the prince
'Who dares insult us with this blasphemous
hang at sunrise! '
Not a person came forth it seemed all was lost
As the intruder make his way
An he went on trugged through each chamber
Where the music swelled and the dreams lived on and on
The prince in pursuit dagger aloft
As the figure retreats to the chamber
He suddenly turns, a sharp cry
Now the Prince lay dead in the of the velvet...
Then summoning the courage of despair,
A throng of revellers at once threw
Into the apartment, and seizing the mummer,
tall dark figure stood erect and motionless
Within the shadow of the ebony clock,
In unutterable at finding the grave
Cerements and corpse-like mask, they
Handled with so violent a rudeness,
By any form.
And now was the presence
Of the Red Death. He had as a thief
In the night and one by one droppd the
In the blood-bedewed of their revel,
And died each in the posture of his fall.
As the life of the clock went out
that the last of the gay.
And the flames of the expired. And Darkness
And and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all...
Allen Poe (1809-1849)