From Poe’s The Cask Of Amontillado
“Enough,” he said “The cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of cough.”
“True-true” I replied.
More from the same tale
“Pass your hand,” I said “Over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power.”
And
“Yes,” I said “for the love of God.”
And from the Conqueror Worm
“And the seraphs, all haggard and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, ‘Man’
And its hero the Conqueror Worm”
My original post of Hansen lyrics was not meant as humor. Forget the original author, and forget the band. Imagine them as the promise of a monster. Pinhead will do. There are screams, the clinking of metal, the glints of steel hooks as every other person in the room is unmade. Trembling, soaked in blood not your own, you look up. He approaches you with a slow and stately grace befitting a pope. Like an indulgent father, he bends to whisper in your ear
“When you have no light to guide you,
and no one to walk beside you,
I will come to you.
Oh, I will come to you.”
He straightens, and walks with that same unhurried dignity past the flayed corpses, leaving you alone- but with that promise of return.