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Cradle To Grave

	作词 : Munroe, Vanderhoof
	And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men
	Who carved in stone our future and our past
	Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages
	And hear the chanting of a mind's collapse
	In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave
	From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade
	The tower bells are pounding like a drum
	Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave
	And people praise the God they've stolen from
	In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver
	They're seeking out the non-believers, and in these masks you'll never see us
	You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain
	God forgive them, will they ever learn
	Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night
	Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight

	zuò cí : Munroe, Vanderhoof
	And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men
	Who carved in stone our future and our past
	Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages
	And hear the chanting of a mind' s collapse
	In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave
	From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade
	The tower bells are pounding like a drum
	Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave
	And people praise the God they' ve stolen from
	In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver
	They' re seeking out the nonbelievers, and in these masks you' ll never see us
	You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain
	God forgive them, will they ever learn
	Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night
	Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight