ترانه:
Emerson Lake Palmer Karn Evil 9

Man alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds

Welcome back, my friends To the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside, come inside There behind a glass Stands a real blade

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside! Come inside! There behind a glass is a real blade of grass

ترجمه: دریاچه امرسون و پالمر. Karn بازی 9 برداشت سوم.

ترجمه: دریاچه امرسون و پالمر. Karn بازی 9 : 1 برداشت ، PT 2.

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare, Where the seeds have withered, silent

Man alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe Until the