King Crimson - Epitaph

Mais um dos clássicos temas do Rock Progressivo original. Esta a versão inserida no primeiro álbum dos King Crimson, "In The Court of the Crimson King" de 1969.

Um tema e uma letra que sempre me impressionaram a ponto de com eles me identificar (e, também, confundir na identidade), desejando mesmo que me sirva de oração fúnebre na minha passagem desta para outra existência. Uma benção, ou um "defeito", da música...

The wall on which the prophets wroteIs cracking at the seams.Upon the instruments of deathThe sunlight brightly gleams.When every man is torn apartWith nightmares and with dreams,Will no one lay the laurel wreathWhen silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph.As I crawl a cracked and broken pathIf we make it we can all sit backand laugh.But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,The seeds of time were sown,And watered by the deeds of thoseWho know and who are known;Knowledge is a deadly friendIf no one sets the rules.The fate of all mankind I seeIs in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.As I crawl a cracked and broken pathIf we make it we can all sit backand laugh.But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.