And the Druids Turn to Stone

Song	And the Druids Turn to Stone
Artist	Ayreon
Album	Universal Migrator, Pt. 1: The Dream Sequencer

	作曲 : Lucassen
	It is 2800 B.C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a
	mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England.
	The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
	The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning
	The druids gather round and the chants fill the air
	Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning
	The magic words are spoken
	As we leave the plain in silence
	Now the circle stands alone
	And the druids turn to stone
	The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain
	The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine
	The magic words were spoken
	As we left the plain in silence
	Then the circle stood alone
	And the druids turned to stone
	The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones
	Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue
	Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons
	I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars
	A holy temple, a sacred burial ground
	Guarding well its secrets from us all
	The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
	The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning
	The magic words are spoken
	As we leave the plain in silence
	Now the circle stands alone
	And the druids turn to stone

	zuò qǔ : Lucassen
	It is 2800 B. C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a
	mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England.
	The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
	The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning
	The druids gather round and the chants fill the air
	Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning
	The magic words are spoken
	As we leave the plain in silence
	Now the circle stands alone
	And the druids turn to stone
	The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain
	The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine
	The magic words were spoken
	As we left the plain in silence
	Then the circle stood alone
	And the druids turned to stone
	The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones
	Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue
	Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons
	I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars
	A holy temple, a sacred burial ground
	Guarding well its secrets from us all
	The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
	The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning
	The magic words are spoken
	As we leave the plain in silence
	Now the circle stands alone
	And the druids turn to stone