The wall on which the prophets wrote
is cracking at the seams Upon the
instruments of death The sunlight
brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
with nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it We can all sit back
and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll
be crying Yes I fear tomorrow I'll
be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown And
watered by the deeds of those
who
know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules The fate
of all mankind I see is in the hands
of fools
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
is cracking at the seams
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As silence drowns the screams
ºñ¸íÀÌ ³¹«ÇÏ´Â ÀüÀïÀ¸·Î ´Ù Á×°í Àû¸·¸¸ ³²Àº »óȲ.
the iron gates of fate
Àηù°¡ öÀ» »ç¿ëÇϱ⠽ÃÀÛÇÏ¸é¼ ±Þ°ÝÇÑ ¹®¸íÀÇ ¹ßÀüÀ» ÀÌ·ç¾úÁö¸¸, öÀ» ´©°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô »ç¿ëÇÏ´À³Ä¿¡ µû¶ó Æí¸®ÇÑ µµ±¸°¡ µÇ±âµµ ÇÏ°í, À§ÇèÇÑ ¹«±â°¡ µÇ±âµµ ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
who know and who are known
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