The Tower And The Minstrel by Black Jester Lyrics

This silent night
While the eyes of the world look at me
Has no reasons to believe
What is right or what is wrong
And the kingdom will fall
Clear winter morning
And the knight will be killed
Clear winter morning
And I'll become the justice wind
A storyteller of the plough and the bread
Another hero with the light in his heart
But the king is dying in a veil of solitude
All the heroes are lying and I'm drowning in truth...
I'm drowning in truth
This silent god
While hunger and pain clash behind
The golden-bloody wall
Just a prayer for all
For the rulers too
Mild winter morning
And the knight will be lost
Mild winter morning
And ambition will be dust
A storyteller with no saints in his tales
A thousand answers for a trip with no return
The king is dying in a shiver of fear
Heaven's gate is barred
Not even the stars have the key...
...a broken key
Empty rage
Storm and flames in my head
Bursting wave on my dreams
Where's the fiddle of the oppressed?
Just a torn flag...
...fades in my hands
Nothing to clasp
I'm giving up the game
And the kingdom will fall
One winter morning
And the knight will be naked
One winter morning
Crucifixion without applause
Timeless tower with a man on his knees
Another hero mantled in frost and wind
Bohemian tower, last prison of my days
In a foreign castle
While rustling trees whisper my name...
No other name
I know...the king will die
- and the minstrel is being born
Take care of my notes
- in the jewel-case of wisdom
I'm watcher of a real story
Dripping face of misery
Lost pieces of story
Scattered in daily muddy wakes
I heard low voices
Old chants of suffering men
All sons of shadow
Waiting for a nevercoming spring