Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

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

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

Take me

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to dreamer's
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder more
I cannot die, I, a for the cold world
me
I but two faces
One for the
One for God
me
I cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold

My home was there 'n
Those meadows of
Adventure-filled
One with smiling face

Please, no words
Thoughts from a severed
No more
Tell me my heart goes right

me home

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me to dreamer's 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 whore for the cold
(Whore for the cold
Whore for the world)

[III. The

Sparkle my
With turquoise
With beauty
The Ever

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

On the shore we sat and
Under the same moon
Whose light 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 the sounds of guns,
long enough to yourself screaming every night,
enough to see your friends betray you.

For I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide catch me first and give
me a death I longed for."

[IV. Dark Passion

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

Everyone bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of
Now home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, for his farewell

The morning dawned, his altar
of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without
Spitting on his grave as they

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

"Today, in the year of our 2005,
was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been silence.

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

me

[V. Mother And

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

Search for beauty, find shore
Try to save all, bleed no more
You have oceans within
In the end
I will love you

The beginning.

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