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Changing Of The Guards的歌词
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves
Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moon The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs
and I couldn't help but follow Follow her down past the fountain
where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending neath a heart-shaped tattoos
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected The endless road
and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms
where her memory is protected Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking Near broken chains,
mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said, "I don't need your organization I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains And marked your cards but Eden is burning
Either get ready for elimination or else Your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards"
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves
Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moon The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs
and I couldn't help but follow Follow her down past the fountain
where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending neath a heart-shaped tattoos
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected The endless road
and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms
where her memory is protected Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking Near broken chains,
mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said, "I don't need your organization I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains And marked your cards but Eden is burning
Either get ready for elimination or else Your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards"
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords