Letra de Epitaph (Live in Vienna, 1 December 2016)
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seam 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 When silence drowns the screamsConfusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path And 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 Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingBetween the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Well, knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rulesThe fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of foolsThe wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seam Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apartWith nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screamsConfusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path And 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 Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingCrying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying