Παρασκευή 30 Μαρτίου 2018

The Cask of Amontillado...






Alan Parsons Project - The Cask Of Amontillado

By the last breath of the four winds that blow
I'll have revenge upon Fortunato
Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go
I've a cask of Amontillado"
Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow
Follow me now to the vault down below
Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time
Which is passing incredibly slow
Part of you dies each passing day
(Say it's a game and I'll come to no harm)
You'll feel your life slipping away
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view

What price the Crown of a King on his throne
When you're chained in the dark all alone
Part of you dies each brick I lay
(Bring back some light in the name of the Lord)
You'll feel your mind slipping away

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