Epitaph – King Crimson

The wall on which the prophets wrote

古老先知刻下真言的高墻

Is cracking at the seams

漸漸出現(xiàn)裂縫

Upon the instruments of death

死亡在召喚

The sunlight brightly gleams

耀眼的陽光閃閃爍爍

When every man is torn apart

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Crimson cloud, bleed across my horizon,

carry the name I was never meant to speak.

I chase your edge like a blade without a handle,

cutting the night until the stars confess.

Every drop that falls writes me further from shore;

I breathe your color and forget the sun.

If I dissolve in this crimson tide,

let the wind keep the echo of my last defiant cry.

In the court where the crimson banners bleed,

Sad-eyed monarch dreams on a rusted throne—

Storm-cloud fiddlers sawing moonlight into chains,

Laughter of jesters drips like mercury rain.

Butterflies with blades for wings circle the crown,

Whispering histories that crumble to sound.

I kneel, tasting iron in the hymn of the damned;

The king lifts a hollow scepter, and the sky disbands.

We vanish inside the scarlet madrigal,

Echoes of forever etched in a falling skull.

21st Century Schizoid Man – King Crimson (克里姆森國王)

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Cat’s foot iron claw

貓足鐵爪

Neuro-surgeons scream for more

神經(jīng)外科醫(yī)生渴望得到更多

At paranoia’s poison door

在偏執(zhí)狂的毒門前

Twenty-first century schizoid man

二十一世紀(jì)精神分裂的男人

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