Song | Curtain Of Iron |
Artist | Kansas |
Album | Audio-Visions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Livgren | |
The streets of the city are barren | |
All the windows and doors have been closed | |
As the night draws near | |
You can feel their fear | |
Their freedom is just an illusion | |
And they tell us that love is a lie | |
Can it all be true | |
What can one man do | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
The City of | |
Gold's in the distance | |
And they've already forgotten their dream | |
Visions slowly fade | |
In this land of shade | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
As the power grows, darkness spreading | |
Hope is still alive, though we're dreading | |
What the future holds, no more need to, fear what all men face | |
Only good can win the race | |
Rumors speak of war, all the nations | |
Turmoil in the streets, tribulations | |
Now it's plain to see, all the prophecies are taking place | |
Only good can win the race | |
There are fragments of truth still remaining | |
And they bring them the light of the world | |
To this hope we cling | |
Till the bells will ring | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Our bloody history soon will resolve | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Free from the prison, a curtain of iron |
zuo ci : Livgren | |
The streets of the city are barren | |
All the windows and doors have been closed | |
As the night draws near | |
You can feel their fear | |
Their freedom is just an illusion | |
And they tell us that love is a lie | |
Can it all be true | |
What can one man do | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
The City of | |
Gold' s in the distance | |
And they' ve already forgotten their dream | |
Visions slowly fade | |
In this land of shade | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
As the power grows, darkness spreading | |
Hope is still alive, though we' re dreading | |
What the future holds, no more need to, fear what all men face | |
Only good can win the race | |
Rumors speak of war, all the nations | |
Turmoil in the streets, tribulations | |
Now it' s plain to see, all the prophecies are taking place | |
Only good can win the race | |
There are fragments of truth still remaining | |
And they bring them the light of the world | |
To this hope we cling | |
Till the bells will ring | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Our bloody history soon will resolve | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Free from the prison, a curtain of iron |
zuò cí : Livgren | |
The streets of the city are barren | |
All the windows and doors have been closed | |
As the night draws near | |
You can feel their fear | |
Their freedom is just an illusion | |
And they tell us that love is a lie | |
Can it all be true | |
What can one man do | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
The City of | |
Gold' s in the distance | |
And they' ve already forgotten their dream | |
Visions slowly fade | |
In this land of shade | |
See the pages as they turn | |
Never will the children learn | |
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron | |
Never will the pages turn | |
As the power grows, darkness spreading | |
Hope is still alive, though we' re dreading | |
What the future holds, no more need to, fear what all men face | |
Only good can win the race | |
Rumors speak of war, all the nations | |
Turmoil in the streets, tribulations | |
Now it' s plain to see, all the prophecies are taking place | |
Only good can win the race | |
There are fragments of truth still remaining | |
And they bring them the light of the world | |
To this hope we cling | |
Till the bells will ring | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Our bloody history soon will resolve | |
See the pages as they turn | |
In their wisdom we will learn | |
Free from the prison, a curtain of iron |