Текстове на песни: Chaos Con Queso. The Casket Of Amontillado.

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Hello, hear a tale of how it began

Of a life, of a death

Of a simple ole plan

Of a man who was tricked and at the end of it all

Ended up stuck inside of a wall



The man, he was me and though I like to jest

I never thought I'd quite end up in the recess

For a pipe of a drink or something like that

Now say it for me...

"In pace requiescat!"*



In pace requiescat

Pace! Pace!

In pace requiescat

Pace! Pace!



Follow down these stairs and try not to trip

The nitre on the walls will glisten from the drips

These catacombs twist both to and fro

Where's the pipe?

("Amontillado!")



Though I may seem ill, I shan't die from a cough

I must taste the wines held in these troughs

You see, I am quite skilled; a real connoisseur

To you what's just a drink, to me is much more

I'm quite inebriated, I do not feel well

The air is getting thicker, the path narrows still

In this tight, striped dress and conical cap

You'll say it for me...

"In pace requiescat!"



In pace requiescat

Pace! Pace!



No!

Where are you taking me?

No!

It grows so dark!

No!

For the love of god, Montresor!

Where are you taking me?

No!

No!



So now you've heard the tale of a man at his worst

His brilliant life taken on account of his thirst

Though his skill was unmatched, one can't deny that

You'll say it for me...

"In pace requiescat!"



Pace!