The Bite 歌词

	作曲 : Wootten
	The wolf's lough eerie cracks the humid night air
	The rabbit freezes the fox in his lair
	The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
	The moon white flangs through the trees tall and stark
	Who would emerge on a night like this
	Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss
	The battered Christian down his head in despair
	The crown of sharp thorns revealed 'neath his hair
	His scrawny body worn tnin by the trial
	Stand taut and painful on the pilgrim's last mile
	A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
	His eye retort the atmosphere is hot
	The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine
	The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line
	Through the twisting crushing silence
	The broken Christian creeps
	Each footstep like a thunderclap
	Among the trunky deeps
	No bird make sound no creature moves
	To break the gripping air
	The Christian he raises, his hand up to his mouth
	But for a whisper he cannot dare
	The Christian wakes trembles with sweat
	The cell's dark walls stony and wet
	Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
	The doors swing inwards dull light through the crack
	The jailer looks indifferent to him
	The routine morning martyr's death for him
	A misty cold sad morning
	Greets the Christian's haggard grin
	The rope is slung and the noose is tied
	But Christian's neck is thin
	The block is raised he stands erect
	The rope beneath his chin
	They pull the block
	And the Christian drops
	He hangs above the scene.

	zuo qu : Wootten
	The wolf' s lough eerie cracks the humid night air
	The rabbit freezes the fox in his lair
	The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
	The moon white flangs through the trees tall and stark
	Who would emerge on a night like this
	Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss
	The battered Christian down his head in despair
	The crown of sharp thorns revealed ' neath his hair
	His scrawny body worn tnin by the trial
	Stand taut and painful on the pilgrim' s last mile
	A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
	His eye retort the atmosphere is hot
	The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine
	The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line
	Through the twisting crushing silence
	The broken Christian creeps
	Each footstep like a thunderclap
	Among the trunky deeps
	No bird make sound no creature moves
	To break the gripping air
	The Christian he raises, his hand up to his mouth
	But for a whisper he cannot dare
	The Christian wakes trembles with sweat
	The cell' s dark walls stony and wet
	Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
	The doors swing inwards dull light through the crack
	The jailer looks indifferent to him
	The routine morning martyr' s death for him
	A misty cold sad morning
	Greets the Christian' s haggard grin
	The rope is slung and the noose is tied
	But Christian' s neck is thin
	The block is raised he stands erect
	The rope beneath his chin
	They pull the block
	And the Christian drops
	He hangs above the scene.

	zuò qǔ : Wootten
	The wolf' s lough eerie cracks the humid night air
	The rabbit freezes the fox in his lair
	The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
	The moon white flangs through the trees tall and stark
	Who would emerge on a night like this
	Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss
	The battered Christian down his head in despair
	The crown of sharp thorns revealed ' neath his hair
	His scrawny body worn tnin by the trial
	Stand taut and painful on the pilgrim' s last mile
	A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
	His eye retort the atmosphere is hot
	The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine
	The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line
	Through the twisting crushing silence
	The broken Christian creeps
	Each footstep like a thunderclap
	Among the trunky deeps
	No bird make sound no creature moves
	To break the gripping air
	The Christian he raises, his hand up to his mouth
	But for a whisper he cannot dare
	The Christian wakes trembles with sweat
	The cell' s dark walls stony and wet
	Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
	The doors swing inwards dull light through the crack
	The jailer looks indifferent to him
	The routine morning martyr' s death for him
	A misty cold sad morning
	Greets the Christian' s haggard grin
	The rope is slung and the noose is tied
	But Christian' s neck is thin
	The block is raised he stands erect
	The rope beneath his chin
	They pull the block
	And the Christian drops
	He hangs above the scene.

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