《A Song of Liberty， Plates 25-27(其他)》歌词

[00:00:00] 作词 : Blake

[00:00:23] 9 A Song Of Liberty

[00:01:19] 1 The Eternal Female groan'd it was heard over all the Earth:

[00:01:25] 2 Albion's coast is sick silent the American meadows faint

[00:02:01] 3 Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean: France rend down thy dungeon

[00:02:10] 4 Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome

[00:02:12] 5 Cast thy keys O Rome into the deep down falling even to eternity down falling

[00:02:18] 6 And weep

[00:02:18] 7 In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howling

[00:02:26] 8 On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the atlantic sea the new born fire stood before the starry king

[00:02:41] 9 Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the jealous wings wav'd over the deep

[00:02:54] 10 The speary hand burned aloft unbuckled was the shield forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night

[00:03:08] 11 The fire the fire is falling

[00:03:12] 13 The fiery limbs the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into the western sea

[00:03:23] 14 Wak'd from his eternal sleep the hoary element roaring fled away:

[00:03:30] 15 Down rush'd beating his wings in vain the jealous king his grey brow'd councellors thunderous warriors curl'd veterans among helms and shields and chariots horses elephants: banners castles slings and rocks

[00:03:56] 16 Falling rushing ruining buried in the ruins on Urthona's dens

[00:04:08] 17 All night beneath the ruins then their sullen flames faded emerge round the gloomy King

[00:04:18] 18 With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness he promulgates his ten commands glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay

[00:04:31] 19 Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud while the morning plumes her golden breast

[00:04:43] 20 Spurning the clouds written with curses stamps the stony law to dust loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night crying:

[00:04:55] Empire is no more and now the lion &wolf shall cease

[00:04:57] Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn no longer in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy Nor his accepted brethren whom tyrant he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity that wishes but acts not

[00:05:18] For every thing that lives is Holy