| Song | Time Table |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | Genesis 1970-1975 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| A carved oak table, tells a tale | |
| Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold | |
| And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room | |
| To arbor's cool | |
| A time of valor and legends born | |
| A time when honor meant much more to a man than life | |
| And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong | |
| Through lance and sword | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore | |
| A dusty table, musty smells | |
| Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor | |
| Only feeble light descends through a film of | |
| GreyThat scars the panes | |
| Gone the carving and those who left their mark | |
| Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway | |
| And the weak must die according to nature's law | |
| As old as they | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore |
| zuo ci : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| A carved oak table, tells a tale | |
| Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold | |
| And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room | |
| To arbor' s cool | |
| A time of valor and legends born | |
| A time when honor meant much more to a man than life | |
| And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong | |
| Through lance and sword | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore | |
| A dusty table, musty smells | |
| Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor | |
| Only feeble light descends through a film of | |
| GreyThat scars the panes | |
| Gone the carving and those who left their mark | |
| Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway | |
| And the weak must die according to nature' s law | |
| As old as they | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore |
| zuò cí : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| A carved oak table, tells a tale | |
| Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold | |
| And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room | |
| To arbor' s cool | |
| A time of valor and legends born | |
| A time when honor meant much more to a man than life | |
| And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong | |
| Through lance and sword | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore | |
| A dusty table, musty smells | |
| Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor | |
| Only feeble light descends through a film of | |
| GreyThat scars the panes | |
| Gone the carving and those who left their mark | |
| Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway | |
| And the weak must die according to nature' s law | |
| As old as they | |
| Why, why can we never be sure till we die | |
| Or have killed for an answer | |
| Why, why do we suffer each race to believe | |
| That no race has been grander | |
| It seems because through time and space | |
| Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore |