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Time Table

	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

	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