The Cask
Of Amontillado
copyright(c)1975
Woolfsongs Limited
Alan Parsons
Project
from the album:
Tales Of Mystery
And Imagination:
Edgar Allan Poe
(P) 1976 20th
CENTURY RECORDS
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
(What are these
chains that are
binding my arms?)
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
(Spare me my
life only name your
reward)
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.





