Song | And the Druids Turn to Stone |
Artist | Ayreon |
Album | Universal Migrator, Pt. 1: The Dream Sequencer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lucassen | |
It is 2800 B.C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a | |
mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England. | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The druids gather round and the chants fill the air | |
Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone | |
The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain | |
The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine | |
The magic words were spoken | |
As we left the plain in silence | |
Then the circle stood alone | |
And the druids turned to stone | |
The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones | |
Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue | |
Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons | |
I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars | |
A holy temple, a sacred burial ground | |
Guarding well its secrets from us all | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone |
zuo qu : Lucassen | |
It is 2800 B. C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a | |
mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England. | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The druids gather round and the chants fill the air | |
Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone | |
The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain | |
The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine | |
The magic words were spoken | |
As we left the plain in silence | |
Then the circle stood alone | |
And the druids turned to stone | |
The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones | |
Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue | |
Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons | |
I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars | |
A holy temple, a sacred burial ground | |
Guarding well its secrets from us all | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone |
zuò qǔ : Lucassen | |
It is 2800 B. C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a | |
mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England. | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The druids gather round and the chants fill the air | |
Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone | |
The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain | |
The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine | |
The magic words were spoken | |
As we left the plain in silence | |
Then the circle stood alone | |
And the druids turned to stone | |
The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones | |
Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue | |
Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons | |
I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars | |
A holy temple, a sacred burial ground | |
Guarding well its secrets from us all | |
The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain | |
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning | |
The magic words are spoken | |
As we leave the plain in silence | |
Now the circle stands alone | |
And the druids turn to stone |