[00:00.00] 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
[00:17.52]A carved oak table, tells a tale
[00:23.28]Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold
[00:29.73]And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
[00:36.45]To arbor's cool
[00:40.92]A time of valor and legends born
[00:46.83]A time when honor meant much more to a man than life
[00:53.25]And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
[00:59.76]Through lance and sword
[01:05.85]Why, why can we never be sure till we die
[01:10.26]Or have killed for an answer
[01:17.40]Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
[01:21.81]That no race has been grander
[01:29.37]It seems because through time and space
[01:37.17]Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore
[02:18.00]A dusty table, musty smells
[02:23.91]Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
[02:30.27]Only feeble light descends through a film of
[02:33.57]GreyThat scars the panes
[02:36.42]Gone the carving and those who left their mark
[02:45.81]Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
[02:53.82]And the weak must die according to nature's law
[03:00.99]As old as they
[03:01.26]Why, why can we never be sure till we die
[03:10.92]Or have killed for an answer
[03:18.03]Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
[03:22.41]That no race has been grander
[03:29.40]It seems because through time and space
[03:37.62]Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore