标题:Empire of the Clouds
艺人:Iron Maiden
作词:TOWNSHEND, PETE
节拍:
Slowly and Freely ♩ = 68
key:1
音轨:
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Janick Gers - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
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Adrian Smith - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
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Dave Murray - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
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Steve Harris - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
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Nicko McBrain - 敲击乐器
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Bruce on piano - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
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Bruce on piano - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
注释:
To
ride
a
storm,
To
an
empire
of
the
clouds
To
ride
a
storm,
They climbed aboard their silver ghost
To
ride
a
storm,
To
a
kingdom
that
will
come
To
ride
a
storm,
and damn the rest,
oblivion
Royalty
and
dignitaries,
brandy
and
cigars
Related
giant
of
the
skies,
you hold them in your arms
The milionth
chance they laughed,
to take down his majesty's craft
to
India,
they
say,
magic
carpet
float
away,
an
October fateful day
Mist is in
the
trees,
stone sweats with the
dew
The
morning
sunrise,
red
before the
blue
Hanging at the
mast,
waiting for
command
His
majesty's
airship,
the R
1
1
She's the
biggest
vessel
built by man,
a giant
of
the
skies
For all you unbelievers,
the
titanic
fits
inside
Drum rolled tight, a canvas skin,
silvered in the sun
Never tested with the fury,
with a beating yet to come
The fury yet to come
In the gathering
gloom,
a
storm rising
in
the
west
The coxswain
stared
into the plunging weather glass
We
must
go
now,
we must take
our
chance
with
fate
We
must
go
now,
for politicians
he can't be late
The airship crew awake
for thirty
hours at full stretch,
But the ship is in their backbone,
every sinew, every inch
She
never flew at full speed,
a
trial never done
A
fragile outer cover,
her
Achilles would become
An
Achilles yet to come...
Sailors of the sky,
a hardened breed
Loyal to the king,
and an airship creed
The engines drum,
the telegraph sounds
Release the cords
that bind us to the ground
Said the coxswain, "Sir, she's heavy,
she'll never make this flight."
Said the captain, "Damn the cargo! We'll be
on our way tonight."
Groundsmen cheered in wonder,
as she backed up from the mast
Baptising with her water,
from the
ballast fore and aft
Now she slips into our past
Fighting the wind as it rolls you
Feeling the diesels that push you along
Watching The Channel below you
Lower and lower,
into the night
Lights are passing below you
Northern France, asleep in their beds
Storm is raging around you
A million to one,
that's what he said
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts to the bone
Panic to make a decision
Experienced men,
asleep in their graves
Her cover is ripped and she's drowning
Rain is flooding into the hull
Bleeding to death and she's falling
Lifting gas is draining away
"We're down, lads!" came a cry,
bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent
as the
ship began to die
The flares to guide her path
ignited at the last
The empire of the clouds,
just
ashes in our past
Just ashes at the last
Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun
On the ground where they built, and the
engines did run
To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?
Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on
Dreams live on
Dreams live on
Oh
Now a shadow on a hill,
the angel of the east
The empire of the clouds
may rest
in peace
And in a country churchyard,
laid head to the mast
Eight and forty souls,
who came
to die
in France...
Wah Wah
