Epitaph lyrics

Artist  : In The Woods 
Song : Epitaph
 

[King Crimson, 1969]



The wall on
which the prophets wrote

Is cracking at the
seams.

Upon the instruments if 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.



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.




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.