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 a rhyme
A writer torn apart by chains of hell

One last perfect
Is still the same old
Oh Christ how I hate what I have

Take me

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

My home was there 'n
Those meadows of
days
One every smiling face

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

Take me

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

[III. The

Sparkle my
turquoise waterfall
With underneath
The Free

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

On the we sat and hoped
Under the same pale
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 enough to hear the sounds of guns,
long to find yourself screaming every night,
long to see your friends betray you.

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

[IV. Dark Play]

2nd robber to the of Christ
Cut in - infanticide
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, tolling for his

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

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry the shoulder 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 die, I, a whore 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 he wrote had too long been without silence.

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

me

[V. Mother And

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

for beauty, find your shore
Try to them 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.]]]