[00:00.000] 作曲 : Phil Collins/Peter Gabriel/Tony Banks/Mike Rutherford
[00:18.17]A carved oak table,
[00:20.75]Tells a tale
[00:23.34]Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
[00:30.23]And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
[00:35.78]to arbours cool.
[00:41.15]A time of valour, and legends born
[00:46.93]A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
[00:53.35]And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
[00:59.33]Through lance and sword.
[01:03.89]Why, why can we never be sure till we die
[01:10.42]Or have killed for an answer,
[01:15.12]Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
[01:21.82]That no race has been grander
[01:26.68]It seems because through time and space
[01:37.27]Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.
[02:18.16]A dusty table
[02:21.10]Musty smells
[02:23.94]Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
[02:30.31]Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
[02:36.27]That scars the panes.
[02:41.61]Gone the carving,
[02:43.80]And those who left their mark,
[02:47.10]Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
[02:53.81]And the weak must die according to nature's law
[02:59.76]As old as they.
[03:04.34]Why, why can we never be sure till we die
[03:10.83]Or have killed for an answer,
[03:15.49]Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
[03:22.31]That no race has been grander
[03:27.06]It seems because through time and space
[03:37.47]Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.