Chaos Con Queso

Hello, hear a tale of how it began
Of a life, of a death
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 Id 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
Wheres the pipe?
("Amontillado!")
Though I may seem ill, I shant die from a cough
I must taste the wines held in these troughs
You see, I am quite skilled; a real connoisseur
To you whats just a drink, to me is much more
Im quite inebriated, I do not feel well
The air is getting thicker, the path narrows still
In this tight, striped dress and conical cap
Youll 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 youve heard the tale of a man at his worst
His brilliant life taken on account of his thirst
Though his skill was unmatched, one cant deny that
Youll say it for me...
"In pace requiescat!"
Pace!
[ The Casket Of Amontillado Lyrics ]