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歌詞

Prepare yourself for prayer and parades There's a master for you to meet You'll drop all flowers, robes and grenades All books and daggers at his feet He'll send the guards to buy paper and figs And you'll send your women away You'll slip off your shoes and surrender your dress You never seem to mind the rain And you who deal in words, Can't have much faith in them Now that the killers are still around And you cry out in a fright And clutch to anyone who might Help you now You'll go moan for home You'll weep a dead eye's weep You'll go east if you dare All that ends ends there And your hopes have faded little by little Until you forgot what they were And you who deal in tears, Won't have much use for them Not in this certain monarchy And the spies are sneaking about And you wonder is that god out To help you now? But he is gone Who's gonna break your fall? He is gone It makes no sense at all If he is gone But he is gone Who's gonna hear your call? Why go on at all if he's gone? But he is gone It makes no sense at all He is gone It makes no sense at all If he is gone You see, your masters might fail All hail the European night! You see, your masters might fail All hail the European night!