Before the Plague-Pablo Dylan

[ti:Before the Plague] [ar:Pablo Dylan] [al:Solitude] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Before the Plague - Pablo Dylan [00:03.10]Lyrics by：Pablo Dylan/James Harte [00:06.21]Composed by：Pablo Dylan/James Harte [00:09.32]As I sing of man's lost humanity [00:13.94]Spheres are rife with fear [00:17.42] [00:18.08]The wand'ring souls of the highway now are gone [00:22.15] [00:22.68]Sisters sing of remembrance dear [00:26.05] [00:26.62]For there once was a time when all did stand [00:30.57] [00:31.22]And voices shook the night [00:35.42]I remember amorous vespers hand [00:39.74] [00:40.29]Outspread on the cathedral strike [00:43.56] [00:52.89]Oh I dreamed that I walked by the stadium where [00:56.99] [00:57.62]I once seen the throne on stage [01:01.01] [01:01.66]'For my friends and my family and my nеxt of kin [01:06.47]Passed at the time of thе plague [01:09.79] [01:10.33]There's no strings no choir in my hour of need [01:14.80]To adorn thy faithful notes [01:19.14]No temple no altar no incense sweet [01:23.83]To denote thy faith in smoke [01:27.08] [01:36.76]As I lonely reflect on time's cool breeze [01:40.68] [01:41.28]I revere my lover's kiss [01:44.43] [01:45.10]Since the days when we stormed the coast of Normandy [01:49.36] [01:50.03]We ain't seen nothin' like this [01:54.13]For death and doom slipped inside the seems [01:58.55]But there's no glory to be wrought [02:02.62]Ooh empire's cradle to a graveyard-sleep [02:06.98] [02:07.50]But temples stand f' cent'ries untrod [02:10.88] [02:20.39]As warfare expounds o'er hospital beds [02:24.32] [02:24.94]Swiftly rings pandemics bell [02:28.41] [02:28.92]As all anticipate what comes next [02:32.95] [02:33.63]The wise men say no one can tell [02:36.90] [02:37.56]And the siren sweetly sang as the gold trumpet rang [02:42.26]And all prepare for the task [02:45.85] [02:46.44]But the vile violent fangs of death's dark pangs [02:50.55] [02:51.14]Will break all defense at last [02:54.28] [03:04.13]Holy were the cities and holy the life [03:07.96] [03:08.65]Sanctified the path that's trod [03:11.95] [03:12.83]Holy were the deserts where the outlaws roamed [03:16.64] [03:17.33]Hallowed were the mountain tops [03:20.66] [03:21.21]Yes on the mountains high I shall be thy priest [03:25.33] [03:26.07]Before my memories fade [03:30.13]On the how it used to be [03:34.16] [03:36.29]Before the time of the plague