| 歌曲 | The disenchanted forest |
| 歌手 | Skyclad |
| 专辑 | Folkemon |
| 作词 : Walkyier | |
| [The Farm Hand's Ghost:] "My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast; Began to boast of who could sup the hardest. Slumped in drunken slumber at the height of wild wassail.... I woke to find my brothers gone that Autumn eve so balmy. Yet gazed in wide-eyed terror to the barley fields nearby. Struck dumb I swore; Stood before a mighty woad-duabed army. Believed my wits deceived me 'til I heard their battle-cry." [The Lord Of The Trees:] "Smash the axe and sow the seed; Don't cause the Oaken Heart to bleed!" [The Farm Hands Ghost:] "When he that led this heathen horde cast-off his ivy mantle; Cohorts raised honed halberds flying pennants of leaf-green. From below approached the foe; A fierce scythe-bearing hantle. Captains sat triumphant upon coughing, steel machines." [The Forces Of Progress:] "Break the bough and strip all of it. Fell this forest, make a profit!" [The Farm Hands Ghost:] "Opposing forces clashed beneath a red sky cracked by thunder. Entrenched beneath the hedge-row I'd observed it quite unseen. One side stood to save the wood: T'other planned it's plunder, I chose to fight for Nature's right; Grabbed a fallen skean. All who would one flower destroy, must first cut down this Didycoy! We fought until the last that day to gain a hard-won victory, Sucked in by the thirsty earth I watched my life-blood ebb. Though I died at least I'd tried to play some part in history; A momentary trembling on the threads of Wyrd's web." [The Lord Of The Trees:] "Are there more so brave and honest; Who would die to save my forest?" |
| zuò cí : Walkyier | |
| The Farm Hand' s Ghost: " My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast Began to boast of who could sup the hardest. Slumped in drunken slumber at the height of wild wassail.... I woke to find my brothers gone that Autumn eve so balmy. Yet gazed in wideeyed terror to the barley fields nearby. Struck dumb I swore Stood before a mighty woadduabed army. Believed my wits deceived me ' til I heard their battlecry." The Lord Of The Trees: " Smash the axe and sow the seed Don' t cause the Oaken Heart to bleed!" The Farm Hands Ghost: " When he that led this heathen horde castoff his ivy mantle Cohorts raised honed halberds flying pennants of leafgreen. From below approached the foe A fierce scythebearing hantle. Captains sat triumphant upon coughing, steel machines." The Forces Of Progress: " Break the bough and strip all of it. Fell this forest, make a profit!" The Farm Hands Ghost: " Opposing forces clashed beneath a red sky cracked by thunder. Entrenched beneath the hedgerow I' d observed it quite unseen. One side stood to save the wood: T' other planned it' s plunder, I chose to fight for Nature' s right Grabbed a fallen skean. All who would one flower destroy, must first cut down this Didycoy! We fought until the last that day to gain a hardwon victory, Sucked in by the thirsty earth I watched my lifeblood ebb. Though I died at least I' d tried to play some part in history A momentary trembling on the threads of Wyrd' s web." The Lord Of The Trees: " Are there more so brave and honest Who would die to save my forest?" |