[00:00.00] 作曲 : Alan Jones[00:17.82]People often now stand and stare and wonder who could they be,[00:25.32]That would leave such a lasting tribute to their lives.[00:33.18]But they never look down in the undergrowth at the pile of broken stone.[00:54.60]Or spare a thought for all the young men who have died.[00:55.53]Ruined Chapels and neglected graves have masked the truth for years[01:02.52]Only mangled limbs bear witness to their pain.[01:10.77]Their lord and masters pampered lives are marked by a granite tomb,[01:19.05]But in death the bones will always look the same.[01:22.41]The hooves of black plumed horses are silent on the cobbled streets[01:42.36]And a rusty lock secures the cemetery gates.[01:57.96]The age is long since dead and gone when they ruled in our domain[02:05.79]All that's left are these sentinels of hate.[02:08.22]Stone and marble pillars reaching higher, pointing ever upward to the skies[03:04.74]Looking down on the rank and file beneath them in the cold dark ground,[03:11.61]As they'd done throughout their selfish lives, all through there lives![03:34.50]Evening falls to cast shadows ever longer, to slowly move across each soul again.[03:49.53]As if to say look up to me I'm still your master as I'll always be[03:57.03]Even in death our roles are still the same, they haven't changed![03:59.94]Ashes down to ashes, dust down to dust,[04:01.83]It was the children born with a silver spoon and dealt the kind hand of fate,[05:27.57]Created these monoliths to power, built these sentinels of hate![06:06.12]Their pious names cut deep into the marble, clear for all to see down though the years.[06:24.21]The means to their success lies buried in crumbling vaults with broken headstones,[06:27.84]No reflection left of all the tears, shed down the years.