Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

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

One last perfect
Is the same old song
Oh Christ how I what I have become

me home

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 have but two
One for the
One for God
me
I cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold

My was there 'n then
Those meadows of
Adventure-filled
One with every face

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

Take me

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

[III. The

Sparkle my
turquoise waterfall
With underneath
The Free

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

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 live long enough to hear the of guns,
long enough to find screaming every night,
long to see your friends betray you.

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

[IV. Dark Passion

2nd robber to the of Christ
Cut in half -
The will rejoice today
As the crows on the rotting poet

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

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

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 world
for the cold world)

"Today, in the of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was from 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. Mother And

Be still, my son
You're
Oh did you become so cold?
The blade keep on descending
All you need is to my love

Search for beauty, your shore
Try to save them all, no more
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 punctuation and break in line and capitalization is from the official CD cover. Please do not change.]]]