Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

The and the wine
Poet without a
A widowed writer apart by chains of hell

One last perfect
Is still the old song
Oh Christ how I hate I have become

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to hideaway
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 cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world

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

Please, no more
Thoughts from a head
No more
Tell me once my goes right

Take me

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

[III. The

my scenery
With turquoise
beauty underneath
The Free

Tuck me in the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the
Goodnight for a child in time
blade my lullaby

On the we sat and hoped
the same pale moon
Whose guiding chose you
you all

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

You long enough to hear 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 three and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and
me a death I longed for."

[IV. Passion Play]

2nd robber to the of Christ
Cut in - infanticide
The world rejoice today
As the crows feast on the poet

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

The dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion
Performed by his friends without
Spitting on his as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder 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 cold
for the cold world)

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

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

me

[V. Mother And

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

Search for beauty, find your
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 - single punctuation and break in line and capitalization is from the official CD cover. Please do not change.]]]