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  • 作词 : Peter Sinfield
    [A: Prince Rupert Awakes]
    Farewell the temple master's bells
    His kiosk and his black worm seed
    Courtship solely of his word
    With Eden guaranteed
    For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass
    Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
    Scar the sacred tablet of wax
    On which the Lizards feed
    Wake your reason's hollow vote
    Wear your blizzard season coat
    Burn a bridge and burn a boat
    Stake a Lizard by the throat

    Go Polonius or kneel
    The reapers name their harvest dawn
    All your tarnished devil's spoons
    Will rust beneath our corn
    Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
    Across his rain tree shaded lawn
    Lizard bones become the clay
    And there a swan is born
    Wake your reason's hollow vote
    Wear your blizzard season coat
    Burn a bridge and burn a boat
    Stake a Lizard by the throat...

    Gone soon Piepowder's moss-**** court
    Round which upholstered Lizards sold
    Visions to their leaden flock
    Of rainbows' ends and gold
    Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
    Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
    Prophets chained for burning masks
    And reels of dreams unrolled...

    [B: Bolero - The Peacock's Tale]
    [Instrumental]

    [C: The Battle of Glass Tears]
    Night enfolds her cloak of holes
    Around the river meadow
    Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs
    Hides spokeless wheels in shadow
    Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
    Blow on their hands, stare eastwards

    Burnt with dream and taut with fear
    Dawn's misty shawl upon them
    Three hills apart great armies stir
    Spit oat and curse as day breaks
    Forming lines of horse and steel
    By even yards march forward
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Sinfield
    [00:00.81][A: Prince Rupert Awakes]
    [00:05.77]Farewell the temple master's bells
    [00:11.75]His kiosk and his black worm seed
    [00:17.68]Courtship solely of his word
    [00:22.33]With Eden guaranteed
    [00:27.55]For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass
    [00:33.67]Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
    [00:39.23]Scar the sacred tablet of wax
    [00:45.25]On which the Lizards feed
    [00:51.02]Wake your reason's hollow vote
    [00:56.48]Wear your blizzard season coat
    [01:01.79]Burn a bridge and burn a boat
    [01:07.30]Stake a Lizard by the throat
    [01:11.33]
    [01:12.55]Go Polonius or kneel
    [01:17.86]The reapers name their harvest dawn
    [01:23.88]All your tarnished devil's spoons
    [01:28.63]Will rust beneath our corn
    [01:34.35]Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
    [01:39.65]Across his rain tree shaded lawn
    [01:45.63]Lizard bones become the clay
    [01:51.24]And there a swan is born
    [01:57.55]Wake your reason's hollow vote
    [02:02.61]Wear your blizzard season coat
    [02:08.08]Burn a bridge and burn a boat
    [02:13.55]Stake a Lizard by the throat...
    [02:39.20]
    [02:39.72]Gone soon Piepowder's moss-**** court
    [02:45.44]Round which upholstered Lizards sold
    [02:51.11]Visions to their leaden flock
    [02:57.24]Of rainbows' ends and gold
    [03:01.88]Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
    [03:07.90]Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
    [03:13.62]Prophets chained for burning masks
    [03:19.08]And reels of dreams unrolled...
    [03:24.60]
    [04:32.69][B: Bolero - The Peacock's Tale]
    [04:37.40][Instrumental]
    [11:07.81]
    [12:03.13][C: The Battle of Glass Tears]
    [12:04.31]Night enfolds her cloak of holes
    [12:09.61]Around the river meadow
    [12:15.34]Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs
    [12:21.54]Hides spokeless wheels in shadow
    [12:27.52]Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
    [12:32.28]Blow on their hands, stare eastwards
    [12:39.97]
    [12:41.39]Burnt with dream and taut with fear
    [12:45.82]Dawn's misty shawl upon them
    [12:52.64]Three hills apart great armies stir
    [12:57.77]Spit oat and curse as day breaks
    [13:04.90]Forming lines of horse and steel
    [13:09.59]By even yards march forward