Luyện nghe bài hát Waxwork

In my waxen world, stands still
Forever frozen flies trapped in amber
One perfect preserved, just ere the kill
Gruesome atrocities in horror's chamber

Poetry without motion, figures midstream
Waxen players in this dark drama of the
agape with terror but breathless to scream
No rattle heard, nor parting sors

I am of life through my morbid art
For each mannequin was truly alive from the
So if the eyes seem to your gaze as you gawk
Know that in the of the dead, in their shadow you walk

Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried
More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I
cast in the moment of dying preserved
How screamed as they met with their fates well deserved

Recreating the of the moment of death
My models serve purpose quite well
Embalm their in wax, capture their dying breath
Drain the fluids to off the smell

Like that dance to their own funeral dirge
They play out their death scenes
As prized exhibits in my dark reserve
They unfold secrets only to me

Life eternal in wax was their death's
Suffering for my art, they to me
So when their eyes lock with your
unflinchingly at death or turn away fast

Skin and softened as it was coated and sealed away
Another puppet to prance on the strings that I play
The fear ensnared in their countenances I've trapped
Mummified and in wax well-woven and wrapped

So sit still in your place at the end of the
By my design, hand find you just out of reach
Another player in this deathly silent world I have made
Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or

Awaiting a that never will come
You're a bound by my strings
Trussed in this of wax, your time here is not done
For does not quite end all things

This is my life's work, still, silent place
A monument to the frozen in a cold, waxen face
Take care not to stare their eyes, whatever you do
When you look deep into death, it back into you too

Flesh bubbled and scalded, as molten bath washed life away
Wax my still-screaming prey
Another piece for my prizing, in my mold
harden and set as the wax grows stiff and cold