Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
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 tattoo
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
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 brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Sixteen years
[00:11.43]Sixteen banners united over the field
[00:19.62]Where the good shepherd grieves
[00:39.18]Fortune calls
[00:42.90]I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
[00:50.79]Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
[00:58.35]She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
[01:06.03]On midsummer’s eve, near the tower
[01:25.68]The cold-blooded moon
[01:29.25]The captain waits above the celebration
[01:33.63]Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
[01:41.16]Whose ebony face is beyond communication
[01:48.96]The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
[01:56.55]They shaved her head
[02:00.09]She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
[02:04.41]A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
[02:12.06]I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow
[02:19.98]Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
[02:42.96]I stumbled to my feet
[02:46.44]I rode past destruction in the ditches
[02:51.12]With the stitches still mending ’ neath a heart-shaped tattoo
[02:58.56]Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
[03:06.75]Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you
[03:13.71]The palace of mirrors
[03:17.55]Where dog soldiers are reflected
[03:21.42]The endless road and the wailing of chimes
[03:29.13]The empty rooms where her memory is protected
[03:59.85]She wakes him up
[04:03.30]Forty- eight hours later, the sun is breaking
[04:07.65]Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
[04:15.24]She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking
[04:23.25]He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks
[04:30.81]Gentlemen, he said
[04:33.84]I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
[04:42.09]I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
[04:45.87]But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
[04:53.55]Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
[05:16.71]Peace will come
[05:28.35]But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
[05:35.73]And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
[05:43.38]Between the King and the Queen of Swords
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
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 tattoo
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
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 brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Sixteen years
[00:11.43]Sixteen banners united over the field
[00:19.62]Where the good shepherd grieves
[00:39.18]Fortune calls
[00:42.90]I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
[00:50.79]Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
[00:58.35]She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
[01:06.03]On midsummer’s eve, near the tower
[01:25.68]The cold-blooded moon
[01:29.25]The captain waits above the celebration
[01:33.63]Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
[01:41.16]Whose ebony face is beyond communication
[01:48.96]The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
[01:56.55]They shaved her head
[02:00.09]She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
[02:04.41]A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
[02:12.06]I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow
[02:19.98]Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
[02:42.96]I stumbled to my feet
[02:46.44]I rode past destruction in the ditches
[02:51.12]With the stitches still mending ’ neath a heart-shaped tattoo
[02:58.56]Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
[03:06.75]Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you
[03:13.71]The palace of mirrors
[03:17.55]Where dog soldiers are reflected
[03:21.42]The endless road and the wailing of chimes
[03:29.13]The empty rooms where her memory is protected
[03:59.85]She wakes him up
[04:03.30]Forty- eight hours later, the sun is breaking
[04:07.65]Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
[04:15.24]She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking
[04:23.25]He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks
[04:30.81]Gentlemen, he said
[04:33.84]I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
[04:42.09]I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
[04:45.87]But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
[04:53.55]Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
[05:16.71]Peace will come
[05:28.35]But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
[05:35.73]And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
[05:43.38]Between the King and the Queen of Swords
The light In this place
Is really bad
Like being In the bottom
Of a stream
Any minute now
I'm expecting To wake up
From a dream
Miss so much
The softe...
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can ta...
Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just a little glimpse of a story I'll te...
Oh, Im sailin away my own true love,
Im sailin away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that Ill be ...
She went upstairs to make her bed.
And not one word to her mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs too,
Saying "Daughter oh daughter, what's troubli...
You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say you gotta helping hand to le...
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of s...