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letra de where the martyr carved his name - nad sylvan

gonna conjure up, gonna conjure up a vision
gonna conjure up, conjure up a prison
i’m gonna conjure up a life you might stigmatize
if i had a life, another life there waiting
on the other side a brother cries, he’s stating
“you must pray for one more day”

a homing pigeon in the light
is coming through the loop-hole not a word
another bird is singing low
a melody so sad i’ve never heard
then there’s the marching of the saints
they’re only humming out my name, my name

(cherry pick a dream you lived and hoped for)
there will come a time
(make it your reality your back door)
now the time has come
i stagger out and i stagger in
to where life should prevail

the court assembles in the hall
the little man is standing there in chains
i spit on all you hypocrites!
my heart is flogged but i endure the pain
and where the martyr carved his name
i’ll wash my hands of all the blame, the blame
gonna conjure up, gonna conjure up a vision

there will come a time
there will come a time for reason
there has been a trial
been a trial of treason
there will come a time for us all
that will nebulise

now it’s time to face to face the music
with your head held high, one short, you’ll lose it
don’t lose lose it!
but we will lose it all in the end

a fl!ckering candle shows the way
from the dungeon to the light of day
the cheering mob outside the walls
and the wings of time they’re beating by your grave

then there’s the marching of the saints
you’ve heard them humming out your name, now they fade

(cherry pick a dream you lived and hoped for)
there will come a time
(make it your reality your back door)
now that time has come
oh, oh, oh
goodbye cruel world, i love you still
from this heart through these tears (to you heart)
the courtyard’s full to bursting point
a little girl is waving with a rose
the gentry and the commoners, ha!
i bow my head, then get on with the show
and where the martyr carved his name
i wash my hands of all the blame, the blame

“and like garlands of gold that’s dazzling in my eyes
i see waterfalls from h-ll running way up to the skies
i am home
i have turned the other side”

and where the martyr carved his name
i wash my hands of all the blame
and where the martyr carved his name
we stand in awe before his fame

from this heart through these tears to you
from your hearts through your tears to me
from this heart through these tears to you
from your hearts through your tears to me

- nad sylvan

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