Luyện nghe bài hát Waxwork

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

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

I am of life through my morbid art
For each mannequin was 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 their lives away
More preening puppets to perform in the scenes I play
Features in the moment of dying preserved
How they screamed as they met with their well deserved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this bath washed life away
Wax covered my prey
Another piece for my prizing, recast in my
Features harden and set as the wax grows and cold