Epitaph King Crimson

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Jan Chryczyk
Jan Chryczyk 1 year ago
Comment: System z tekstu w drugiej zwrotce (Knowlegde is a deadly) podbierał a i pokazywał wyżej jako akord "a"
Instrument: Guitar
Difficulty: Novice
e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams e D a H7 Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams e D a H7 When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, e D a H7 Will no one lay the laurel wreath, when silence drowns the screams e h Confusion will be my epitaph e h As I crawl a cracked and broken path e h If we make it we can all sit back and laugh C h But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C H7 e D a H7 Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying e D a H7 Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown, e D a H7 And watered by the deeds of those, who know and who are known; e D a H7 Knowledge is a deadly friend, if no one sets the rules e D a H7 The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams e D a H7 Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams e D a H7 When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, e D a H7 Will no one lay the laurel wreath, when silence drowns the screams e h Confusion will be my epitaph e h As I crawl a cracked and broken path e h If we make it we can all sit back and laugh C h But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C H7 Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h C h Crying, Crying C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying C h C h Crying, Crying
e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams e D a H7 Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams e D a H7 When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, e D a H7 Will no one lay the laurel wreath, when silence drowns the screams e h Confusion will be my epitaph e h As I crawl a cracked and broken path e h If we make it we can all sit back and laugh C h But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C H7 e D a H7 Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying e D a H7 Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown, e D a H7 And watered by the deeds of those, who know and who are known; e D a H7 Knowledge is a deadly friend, if no one sets the rules e D a H7 The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 e D a H7 The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams e D a H7 Upon the instruments of death. The sunlight brightly gleams e D a H7 When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, e D a H7 Will no one lay the laurel wreath, when silence drowns the screams e h Confusion will be my epitaph e h As I crawl a cracked and broken path e h If we make it we can all sit back and laugh C h But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C H7 Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h C h Crying, Crying C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. C h Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying C h C h Crying, Crying 


                      

                      

                        
Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7



The wEmall on which the prDophets wrote is crAmacking at the sB7eams

UpEmon the instrumDents of death. The sAmunlight brightly glB7eams

When Emevery man is tDorn apart with nAmightmares and with drB7eams,

Will nEmo one lay the lDaurel wreath, when sAmilence drowns the scrB7eams



ConfEmusion will be my Bmepitaph

As I crEmawl a cracked and brBmoken path

If we mEmake it we can all sit bBmack and laugh

But I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying,

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be cryBming.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crB7ying      Em  D  Am  B7  



BetwEmeen the iron gDates of fate, the sAmeeds of time were sB7own,

And wEmatered by the dDeeds of those, whAmo know and who are knB7own;

KnEmowledge is  a Ddeadly friend, if Amno one sets the B7rules

The fEmate of all mankDind I see is Amin the hands of fB7ools



Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7



The wEmall on which the prDophets wrote is crAmacking at the sB7eams

UpEmon the instrumDents of death. The sAmunlight brightly glB7eams

When Emevery man is tDorn apart with nAmightmares and with drB7eams,

Will nEmo one lay the lDaurel wreath, when sAmilence drowns the scrB7eams



ConfEmusion will be my Bmepitaph

As I crEmawl a cracked and brBmoken path

If we mEmake it we can all sit bBmack and laugh



But I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying,

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be cB7rying.

CrCyiBmng, CrCyiBmng

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying

CrCyiBmng, CrCyiBmng







                      

                      

                        
Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7



The wEmall on which the prDophets wrote is crAmacking at the sB7eams

UpEmon the instrumDents of death. The sAmunlight brightly glB7eams

When Emevery man is tDorn apart with nAmightmares and with drB7eams,

Will nEmo one lay the lDaurel wreath, when sAmilence drowns the scrB7eams



ConfEmusion will be my Bmepitaph

As I crEmawl a cracked and brBmoken path

If we mEmake it we can all sit bBmack and laugh

But I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying,

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be cryBming.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crB7ying      Em  D  Am  B7  



BetwEmeen the iron gDates of fate, the sAmeeds of time were sB7own,

And wEmatered by the dDeeds of those, whAmo know and who are knB7own;

KnEmowledge is Am dDeadly friend, if nAmo one sets the rB7ules

The fEmate of all mankDind I see is Amin the hands of fB7ools



Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7 Em D Am B7



The wEmall on which the prDophets wrote is crAmacking at the sB7eams

UpEmon the instrumDents of death. The sAmunlight brightly glB7eams

When Emevery man is tDorn apart with nAmightmares and with drB7eams,

Will nEmo one lay the lDaurel wreath, when sAmilence drowns the scrB7eams



ConfEmusion will be my Bmepitaph

As I crEmawl a cracked and brBmoken path

If we mEmake it we can all sit bBmack and laugh



But I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying,

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be cB7rying.

CrCyiBmng, CrCyiBmng

Yes I feCar tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying.

Yes I fCear tomorrow I'll be crBmying

CrCyiBmng, CrCyiBmng







                      

                    


                
                


            


        


        

                                        
            

    

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