Emerson, Lake & Palmer:Karn Evil 9: 3rd Impression

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“Karn Evil 9: 3rd Impression”
Artist: Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Albums: Brain Salad Surgery (1973)
Welcome Back My Friends to the Show That Never Ends... Ladies and Gentlemen (1974)

Studio version

Man alone, born of stone
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul
Ties a rope to a tree
And hangs the universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread
Death
In the wind

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night
Draws a blade of compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed
Dust
In the wind

No man yields who flies in my ship

[Danger!]
Let the bridge computer speak
[Stranger!]
[Load your program, I am yourself]

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice, glory is ours
Our young men have not died in vain
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names

I am all there is
[Negative]
[Primitive]
[Limited]
[I let you live]
But I gave you life
[What else could you do?]
To do what was right
[I'm perfect, are you?]


Live version (1973)

Man alone, born of stone
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul
Ties a rope to a tree
And hangs the universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread
Death
In the wind

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night
Draws a blade of compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed
Dust
In the wind

No man yields who flies in my ship

Danger
Let the bridge computer speak
Stranger

Load your program, I am yourself

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn

Rejoice, glory is ours
Our young men have not died in vain
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names

I am all there is
Negative
Primitive
Limited
I let you live
But I gave you life
What else could you do?
To do what was right
I'm perfect, are you?

Thank you very much