Changing Of The Guards
Ton : FEnglish
Intro :
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Sixteen yFmears
Sixteen G#banners unEbited over the fFmields
While the gDbood shepherd gEbrieves
Desperate mFmen desperG#ate women diEbvided
Spreading their wFmings 'neath the fDballinEbg leaG#ves.
Fortune cFmalls.
I steppedG# forth from the sEbhadows to the marketpFmlace
Merchants and tDbhieves hungry for pEbower my last deal gone dFmown.
She's smelling G#sweet like the mEbeadows where she was bFmorn
On midsummer's eDbve neEbar the towG#er.
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The cold-blooded mFmoon.
The captain wG#aits above the celebEbration
Sending his tFmhoughts to a bDbeloved mEbaid
Whose ebony fFmace is beyond G#communicEbation.
The captain is dFmown but still believing that his lDbove will bEbe repaidG#.
They shaved her hFmead.
She was torn between JG#upiter and ApollEbo.
A messenger aFmrrived with a bDblack nightingEbale.
I seen her on the sFmtairs and I G#couldn't help but fEbollow
Follow her dFmown past the fountain where they lDbiftedEb her veG#il.
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I stumbled to my fFmeet.
I rode past dG#estruction in the dEbitches
With the sFmtitches still mending 'neath a hDbeart-shaped tattEboo.
Renegade pFmriests and tG#reacherous young witcEbhes
Were hFmanding out the flowers that I'd DbgivenEb to yoG#u.
The palace of mFmirrors
Where dog sG#oldiers are refEblected
The endless rFmoad and the wDbailing of cEbhimes
The empty rFmooms where her mG#emory is protEbected
Where the aFmngels' voices whisper to the sDbouls of pEbrevious timG#es.
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She wakes him uFmp
Forty-eight hours lG#ater the sun is bEbreaking
Near broken cFmhains mountain lauDbrel and rolling rEbocks.
She's begging to kFmnow what measuG#res he now will be tEbaking
He's pulling her dFmown and she's clutching on to hisDb long gEbolden loG#cks.
Gentlemen he sFmaid
I don't nG#eed your organizEbation I've shined your sFmhoes
I've moved your mDbountains and marked your cEbards
But Eden is burnFming either get braveG# for eliminEbation
Or else your heFmarts must have the courage for the cDbhanging oEbf the guG#ards.
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Peace will cFmome
With tranqG#uility and sEbplendor on the wheels of fFmire
But will oDbffer no rewEbard when her false idols fFmall
And cG#ruel death surrEbenders with its pFmale ghost retreating
Between the KDbing and the QEbueen of SworG#ds.
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