Moonsongs 歌词

	作词 : Johnson
	Wooded hill
	in the hoary mantle of moonlight
	by the cloud rack tattered
	a summit bared to wind and storm
	dolmen looms
	over granite platform where soon
	in anger and in glory
	the ancient one
	will dance once more
	Silence falls
	sailing orb approaches
	the vertex
	fear and hope are melded
	as on the stone
	a red light grows
	human tears
	poured from vessels oaken
	ignite the stone
	wolves and jackals dancing
	and in their midst the mother smiles
	I am a stag of seven tines
	she is a flood across a plain
	I am a wind on a bottomless lake
	she is a tear shed by the sun
	I am a hawk above a cliff
	she is a thorn beneath a nail
	I am a wonder among the flowers
	she is a wizard
	I am a spear that roars for blood
	she is a salmon in a pool
	I am a lure from paradise
	she is a hill where poets walk
	I am boar, ruthless and red
	she is a breaker threatening doom
	I am a tide that drags to death
	she is an infant
	I am the womb of every holt
	she is the blaze on every hill
	I am the queen of every hive
	she is a shield for every head
	I am the birth of every song
	she is a nightmare in your sleep
	I am the tomb of every hope
	In high places
	they do not know me
	They kill and rape my children,
	preach falsehoods,
	which they say god gave them
	Though you build
	edifice and pavement and furnaces,
	belching gouts of poison,
	and though you keep the land at bay,
	I am here
	after all these centuries
	and very soon
	you will know again
	the darkness of
	my timeless womb

	zuo ci : Johnson
	Wooded hill
	in the hoary mantle of moonlight
	by the cloud rack tattered
	a summit bared to wind and storm
	dolmen looms
	over granite platform where soon
	in anger and in glory
	the ancient one
	will dance once more
	Silence falls
	sailing orb approaches
	the vertex
	fear and hope are melded
	as on the stone
	a red light grows
	human tears
	poured from vessels oaken
	ignite the stone
	wolves and jackals dancing
	and in their midst the mother smiles
	I am a stag of seven tines
	she is a flood across a plain
	I am a wind on a bottomless lake
	she is a tear shed by the sun
	I am a hawk above a cliff
	she is a thorn beneath a nail
	I am a wonder among the flowers
	she is a wizard
	I am a spear that roars for blood
	she is a salmon in a pool
	I am a lure from paradise
	she is a hill where poets walk
	I am boar, ruthless and red
	she is a breaker threatening doom
	I am a tide that drags to death
	she is an infant
	I am the womb of every holt
	she is the blaze on every hill
	I am the queen of every hive
	she is a shield for every head
	I am the birth of every song
	she is a nightmare in your sleep
	I am the tomb of every hope
	In high places
	they do not know me
	They kill and rape my children,
	preach falsehoods,
	which they say god gave them
	Though you build
	edifice and pavement and furnaces,
	belching gouts of poison,
	and though you keep the land at bay,
	I am here
	after all these centuries
	and very soon
	you will know again
	the darkness of
	my timeless womb

	zuò cí : Johnson
	Wooded hill
	in the hoary mantle of moonlight
	by the cloud rack tattered
	a summit bared to wind and storm
	dolmen looms
	over granite platform where soon
	in anger and in glory
	the ancient one
	will dance once more
	Silence falls
	sailing orb approaches
	the vertex
	fear and hope are melded
	as on the stone
	a red light grows
	human tears
	poured from vessels oaken
	ignite the stone
	wolves and jackals dancing
	and in their midst the mother smiles
	I am a stag of seven tines
	she is a flood across a plain
	I am a wind on a bottomless lake
	she is a tear shed by the sun
	I am a hawk above a cliff
	she is a thorn beneath a nail
	I am a wonder among the flowers
	she is a wizard
	I am a spear that roars for blood
	she is a salmon in a pool
	I am a lure from paradise
	she is a hill where poets walk
	I am boar, ruthless and red
	she is a breaker threatening doom
	I am a tide that drags to death
	she is an infant
	I am the womb of every holt
	she is the blaze on every hill
	I am the queen of every hive
	she is a shield for every head
	I am the birth of every song
	she is a nightmare in your sleep
	I am the tomb of every hope
	In high places
	they do not know me
	They kill and rape my children,
	preach falsehoods,
	which they say god gave them
	Though you build
	edifice and pavement and furnaces,
	belching gouts of poison,
	and though you keep the land at bay,
	I am here
	after all these centuries
	and very soon
	you will know again
	the darkness of
	my timeless womb

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