Waxwork - Exhumed.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Matt
[00:56.52]In my waxen world, time stands still
[00:58.65]Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber
[01:01.05]One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill
[01:03.45]Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber
[01:06.09]Poetry without motion, figures stranded midstream
[01:08.22]Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre
[01:09.87]Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream
[01:13.02]No death rattle heard, nor parting sors...
[01:16.35]I am preserver of life through my morbid art
[01:18.30]For each mannequin was truly alive from the start
[01:20.88]So if the eyes seem to follow your gaze as you gawk
[01:21.78]Know that in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk...
[01:22.80]Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried away
[01:34.08]More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that
[01:35.16]I play Features cast in the moment of dying preserved
[01:40.83]How they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved...
[01:43.50]WAXWORK Recreating the horror of the moment of death
[01:45.81]My models serve their purpose quite well
[01:48.24]Embalm their bodies in wax, capture their dying breath
[01:50.46]Drain the fluids to stave off the smell
[01:51.39]Like dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge
[01:55.50]They play out their death scenes interminably
[01:58.41]As prized their exhibits in my dark reserve
[02:00.15]They unfold their secrets only to me
[02:01.68]Life eternal in wax was their death's decree
[02:04.47]Suffering for my art, they surrendered to me
[02:08.61]So when their eyes lock with your gaze
[02:09.27]Look unflinchingly at death or turn away fast...
[02:13.65]Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away
[02:18.03]Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that
[02:24.27]I play The fear ensnared in their captive countenances
[03:40.50]I've trapped
[03:40.71]Mummified and memorialised in wax well-woven and wrapped...
[03:42.57]WAXWORK [Lead - Matt]
[03:43.62]So sit still in your place at the end of the blade
[03:44.76]By my design, death's hand find you just out of reach
[03:45.84]Another player in this deathly silent world that
[03:47.40]I have made
[03:47.61]Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or speech
[03:49.59]Awaiting a terminus that never will come
[03:51.93]You're a marionette bound by my strings
[03:53.49]Trussed in this tomb of wax, your time here is not done
[03:54.57]For time does not quite end all things...
[04:00.57]This is my life's work, this still, silent place
[04:02.88]A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, waxen face
[04:04.14]Take care not to stare into their eyes, whatever you do
[04:05.58]When you look deep into death, it sees back into you too...
[04:09.21]Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life away
[04:14.16]Wax covered my still-screaming prey
[04:17.67]Another piece for my prizing, recast in my mold
[04:18.69]Features harden and set as the wax grows stiff and cold...
[04:34.62]WAXWORK