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[Verse 1] The wall on which the prophets wrote. Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart. With nightmares and with dreams....
- Who Wrote “Epitaph” by King Crimson
“Epitaph” by King Crimson was written by Michael Giles, Greg...
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- When Did King Crimson Release “Epitaph
King Crimson released “Epitaph” on October 10, 1969....
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- Who Wrote “Epitaph” by King Crimson
The sunlight brightly gleams. Cuando cada hombre está destrozado. When every man is torn apart. Con pesadillas y sueños. With nightmares and with dreams. ¿Nadie pondrá la corona de laurel. Will no one lay the laurel wreath. Cuando el silencio ahoga los gritos? When silence drowns the screams? La confusión será mi epitafio.
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King Crimson Lyrics. "Epitaph". The wall on which the prophets wrote. Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart. With nightmares and with dreams. Will no one lay the laurel wreath.
The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart. With nightmares and with dreams. Will no one lay the laurel wreath. When silence drowns the screams? 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.
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Sobre los instrumentos de la Muerte, la luz del Sol brilla con fulgor. Cuando cualquier hombre ha roto a llorar. por sus pesadillas y sus sueños, ¿no se colocará nadie los laureles. cuando el silencio ahoge los gritos? Entre las férreas puertas del destino, las semillas del tiempo fueron sembradas, y regadas con las hazañas de aquellos.
