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 and the wine
Poet a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of

One perfect verse
Is the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have

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 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 world

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

Please, no more
Thoughts from a severed
No praise
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 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 world
Whore for the world)

[III. The

my scenery
With waterfall
beauty underneath
The Ever

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

On the shore we sat and
Under the same moon
guiding light chose you
you all

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

You live enough to hear the sounds of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming night,
long enough to see your betray you.

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

[IV. Passion Play]

2nd to the right of Christ
Cut in - infanticide
The world will rejoice
As the crows on the rotting poet

must bury their own
No pack to bury the of stone
Now home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his

The morning dawned, upon his
Remains of the dark passion
Performed by his friends shame
Spitting on his as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly
Lead me astray to dreamer's
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 more
I die, I, a whore for the cold world
(Whore for the world
Whore for the world)

"Today, in the of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called the cares of the world.
He stopped at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too 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 when did you become so
The blade will keep on
All you need is to feel my

Search for beauty, your shore
Try to save all, bleed no more
You have such 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.]]]