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 and the wine
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

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry the shoulder cries more
I die, I, a whore 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

My was there 'n then
meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled
One every smiling face

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

Take me

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

[III. The

my scenery
With waterfall
With underneath
The Ever

me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, the rain
Goodnight kiss for a in time
blade my lullaby

On the we sat and hoped
Under the pale moon
Whose light 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,
enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends you.

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

[IV. Dark Play]

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

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

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

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

"Today, in the of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each day.
The music he had too long been without silence.

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

me

[V. And Father]

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

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

The beginning.

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