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The Alan Parsons Project

The Cask Of Amontillado

Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons

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 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 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

Song copyright 1975 Woolfsongs Limited

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