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  • 作词 : Loreena McKennitt
    作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
    They're gathered in circles
    the lamps light their faces
    The crescent moon rocks in the sky
    The poets of drumming
    keep heartbeats suspended
    The smoke swirls up and then dies

    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face
    the face of your god

    The stories are woven
    and fortunes are told
    The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
    The magic lies scattered
    on rugs on the ground
    Faith is conjured in the night market's sound

    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face
    the face of your god

    The lessons are written
    on parchments of paper
    They're carried by horse from the river Nile
    says the shadowy voice
    In the firelight, the cobra
    is casting the flame a winsome smile

    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face
    the face of your god


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  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Loreena McKennitt
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
    [00:45.35]They're gathered in circles
    [00:49.40]the lamps light their faces
    [00:53.61]The crescent moon rocks in the sky
    [01:02.51]The poets of drumming
    [01:06.16]keep heartbeats suspended
    [01:10.54]The smoke swirls up and then dies
    [01:17.60]
    [01:21.09]Would you like my mask?
    [01:25.20]would you like my mirror?
    [01:29.54]cries the man in the shadowing hood
    [01:37.78]You can look at yourself
    [01:41.76]you can look at each other
    [01:46.12]or you can look at the face
    [01:49.30]the face of your god
    [01:53.37]
    [02:11.84]The stories are woven
    [02:15.97]and fortunes are told
    [02:20.14]The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
    [02:28.72]The magic lies scattered
    [02:32.90]on rugs on the ground
    [02:37.19]Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
    [02:43.92]
    [02:47.55]Would you like my mask?
    [02:51.41]would you like my mirror?
    [02:56.10]cries the man in the shadowing hood
    [03:04.28]You can look at yourself
    [03:08.44]you can look at each other
    [03:12.98]or you can look at the face
    [03:15.71]the face of your god
    [03:20.06]
    [03:55.56]The lessons are written
    [03:59.41]on parchments of paper
    [04:03.62]They're carried by horse from the river Nile
    [04:11.65]says the shadowy voice
    [04:16.30]In the firelight, the cobra
    [04:20.52]is casting the flame a winsome smile
    [04:28.14]
    [04:30.67]Would you like my mask?
    [04:34.84]would you like my mirror?
    [04:39.63]cries the man in the shadowing hood
    [04:47.88]You can look at yourself
    [04:51.98]you can look at each other
    [04:56.14]or you can look at the face
    [04:59.19]the face of your god
    [05:04.32]
    [06:10.86]
    [06:23.66]END