
Date of issue: 12.04.2007
Song language: English
Changing of the Guards |
Sixteen years |
Sixteen banners united over the field |
Where the good shepherd grieves |
Desperate men, desperate women divided |
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves |
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 beneath 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 |
Where the angel’s voices whisper to the souls of previous times |
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 |
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire |
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
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