Luyện nghe bài hát Waxwork

In my waxen world, time stands
Forever frozen like trapped in amber
One perfect moment preserved, just ere the
Gruesome atrocities in horror's chamber

Poetry without motion, figures stranded
Waxen players in this drama of the macabre
Mouths agape terror but breathless to scream
No death rattle heard, nor parting

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

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

Recreating the horror of the of death
My models serve their purpose well
their bodies in wax, capture their dying breath
Drain the to stave off the smell

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

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

Skin and softened as it was coated and sealed away
Another preserved puppet to prance on the that I play
The fear in their captive countenances I've trapped
Mummified and memorialized in wax and wrapped

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

a terminus that never will come
You're a marionette by my strings
Trussed in this tomb of wax, time here is not done
For time does not quite end all

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

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