Hello, hear a tale of how it began Of a life, of a d**h 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 sk**ed; 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 sk** was unmatched, one can't deny that You'll say it for me... "In pace requiescat!" Pace!