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New Hymn

	作词 : Price, Taylor
	Source of all we hope or dread
	Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan
	We hunt your face and long to trust
	That your hid mouth will say again let there be light
	A clear new day
	But when we thirst in this dry night
	We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children
	And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam
	Our ears are balked by stiffled moans
	And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
	Clawing at the gates for bread
	Even our own feeble hands
	Aim to seize the crown you wear
	And work our private havock through
	The known and unknown lands of space
	Absolute in flame beyond us
	Seed and source of dark and day
	Maker whom we beg to be
	Our mother father comrade mate
	Til our few atoms blow to dust
	Or form again in wiser lives
	Or find your face and hear our name
	In your calm voice the end of night
	If dark may end
	Wellspring gold of dark and day
	Be here, be now

	zuò cí : Price, Taylor
	Source of all we hope or dread
	Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan
	We hunt your face and long to trust
	That your hid mouth will say again let there be light
	A clear new day
	But when we thirst in this dry night
	We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children
	And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam
	Our ears are balked by stiffled moans
	And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
	Clawing at the gates for bread
	Even our own feeble hands
	Aim to seize the crown you wear
	And work our private havock through
	The known and unknown lands of space
	Absolute in flame beyond us
	Seed and source of dark and day
	Maker whom we beg to be
	Our mother father comrade mate
	Til our few atoms blow to dust
	Or form again in wiser lives
	Or find your face and hear our name
	In your calm voice the end of night
	If dark may end
	Wellspring gold of dark and day
	Be here, be now