歌曲 | Hail Odysseus |
歌手 | My Dying Bride |
专辑 | A Map of All Our Failures |
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He surely sails on tameless seas | |
With idle hours in devils hands | |
One hundred men on tameless seas | |
Always searching for sacred land | |
Rain lashing raw shoulders | |
So heave, onwards, and heave again! | |
With wrists bangled in scars again | |
From below, she watched only him | |
Secretly, she watched only him | |
Stowaway, she crept so grim | |
He surely sails enchanted seas | |
Hearing voices he believes | |
Hail Odysseus, come to us | |
So heave onwards and heave toward us | |
With wrists bangled with gold and stars | |
And from below she screams out ‘No! Odysseus, please don’t go’! | |
And you must fear the voice you hear | |
Already now, they’re so near | |
‘And you will fall at the sirens call, into their poisoned claws!’ | |
Fearing loss she watched them go | |
The sirens, she thought, take me | |
From below, she leapt into the sea | |
From the sea to the land, greeting her, a golden hand | |
‘Welcome child, to our isle, become one, take my hand’ | |
So it was, a new voice sung aloud from the sand | |
‘So now sing, lure them in, Odysseus can be your king | |
The only way to love him, dear child, is to sing them in’ | |
And so it was, the crew were lost, even brave Odysseus | |
Into her arms forevermore, she sings no longer on the shore |
He surely sails on tameless seas | |
With idle hours in devils hands | |
One hundred men on tameless seas | |
Always searching for sacred land | |
Rain lashing raw shoulders | |
So heave, onwards, and heave again! | |
With wrists bangled in scars again | |
From below, she watched only him | |
Secretly, she watched only him | |
Stowaway, she crept so grim | |
He surely sails enchanted seas | |
Hearing voices he believes | |
Hail Odysseus, come to us | |
So heave onwards and heave toward us | |
With wrists bangled with gold and stars | |
And from below she screams out ' No! Odysseus, please don' t go'! | |
And you must fear the voice you hear | |
Already now, they' re so near | |
' And you will fall at the sirens call, into their poisoned claws!' | |
Fearing loss she watched them go | |
The sirens, she thought, take me | |
From below, she leapt into the sea | |
From the sea to the land, greeting her, a golden hand | |
' Welcome child, to our isle, become one, take my hand' | |
So it was, a new voice sung aloud from the sand | |
' So now sing, lure them in, Odysseus can be your king | |
The only way to love him, dear child, is to sing them in' | |
And so it was, the crew were lost, even brave Odysseus | |
Into her arms forevermore, she sings no longer on the shore |
He surely sails on tameless seas | |
With idle hours in devils hands | |
One hundred men on tameless seas | |
Always searching for sacred land | |
Rain lashing raw shoulders | |
So heave, onwards, and heave again! | |
With wrists bangled in scars again | |
From below, she watched only him | |
Secretly, she watched only him | |
Stowaway, she crept so grim | |
He surely sails enchanted seas | |
Hearing voices he believes | |
Hail Odysseus, come to us | |
So heave onwards and heave toward us | |
With wrists bangled with gold and stars | |
And from below she screams out ' No! Odysseus, please don' t go'! | |
And you must fear the voice you hear | |
Already now, they' re so near | |
' And you will fall at the sirens call, into their poisoned claws!' | |
Fearing loss she watched them go | |
The sirens, she thought, take me | |
From below, she leapt into the sea | |
From the sea to the land, greeting her, a golden hand | |
' Welcome child, to our isle, become one, take my hand' | |
So it was, a new voice sung aloud from the sand | |
' So now sing, lure them in, Odysseus can be your king | |
The only way to love him, dear child, is to sing them in' | |
And so it was, the crew were lost, even brave Odysseus | |
Into her arms forevermore, she sings no longer on the shore |