Luyện nghe bài hát Poet and the Pendulum

The end.

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

[II.

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

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

Take me

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

My home was there 'n
meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled
One with every face

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

Take me

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

[III. The

my scenery
With turquoise
With underneath
The Free

me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, the rain
Goodnight for a child in time
Swaying 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 I will die alone.
But loved.

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

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

[IV. Passion Play]

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

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

The dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the passion play
Performed by his friends shame
Spitting on his grave as they

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

"Today, in the year of our 2005,
Tuomas was called from the of the world.
He stopped at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long without silence.

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

me

[V. And Father]

Be still, my son
You're
Oh did you become so cold?
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 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 single punctuation and break in line and capitalization is from the official CD cover. do not change.]]]