《The Author of the Burning Flock》歌词

[00:00:06] The hallucinating laughter of the drunken scholar

[00:00:10] Bleeding on his script

[00:00:11] Burning parchment warms his face sleeping

[00:00:14] Outside the children gather

[00:00:16] Dancing with skylarks in splendour

[00:00:18] The fire dancers surging towards the heavy clouds

[00:00:22] A celebration blasts forth

[00:00:24] The headless swans now perform

[00:00:25] The scorching scent of brandy

[00:00:27] It stains the marble archway

[00:00:31] Now the clocks fail at seven

[00:00:36] Artist of cruelty sculptor of grey things weaver of foul song

[00:00:41] Offspring of no-one father of no child

[00:00:43] Writer of torrid ballet

[00:00:45] Mentor of bleakness

[00:00:47] Poet of torment melter of amethyst

[00:00:50] Somnium

[00:00:55] Oh what a magnificent feast for the eyes

[00:01:00] Every decrepit wall

[00:01:03] Burning brighter than the very sun

[00:01:07] And from where I stood crows

[00:01:10] And things crowded the highest tower

[00:01:15] And the orchards bowed and moaned in deep agony

[00:01:21] Strange it was I think how small young children laugh at this

[00:01:34] Like witches brew of snow

[00:01:37] And leaves and sleeping through a storm

[00:01:52] Bairns be warned now the hornéd scholar will come

[00:02:02] Through his novels his coldness and hate will run

[00:02:13] Thus it was true the brains of children did swell

[00:02:24] My blood runs cold as to you this tale I tell

[00:02:35] Woah (ah)

[00:02:56] Bairns in rags are swept aside

[00:03:01] Make way for the bell ringer

[00:03:04] Artist of cruelty sculptor of grey things weaver of foul song

[00:03:09] Offspring of no-one father of no child writer of torrid ballet

[00:03:14] Mentor of bleakness poet of torment

[00:03:16] Master of death's string quartet

[00:03:19] The author of the burning flock

[00:03:23] Oh oh

[00:03:25] And so to the cliffs

[00:03:29] And then quietly and without fail

[00:03:35] One hundred weary peepers amid the grass

[00:03:41] Peer out among the waves

[00:03:45] Frozen deep to the bone

[00:03:49] Preparing to be driven into the sea

[00:04:01] Picking apples in the moonlight was pleasant

[00:04:04] We stood on the corpses to reach them

[00:04:09] And now we are hostile to birds

[00:04:11] And creatures of the undergrowth

[00:04:14] Dine a meal of wrat

[00:04:17] Sup thy whiskey of the night

[00:04:20] And be gone be gone be gone

[00:04:31] One by one they are swept into the cold watery depths

[00:04:35] Beyond the clouds as they fall like ice

[00:04:41] Marble raging steeples crashing

[00:04:44] Revenge is the sweetest fruit

[00:04:51] Black and sour to the summit we soar

[00:04:56] Within the feathers of depression

[00:05:16] Here a flower for you

[00:05:18] We often think of you and your siblings

[00:05:20] Buried shallow in the grass

[00:05:22] The grass upon which at night I lay

[00:05:25] Drunk on red wine

[00:05:26] Singing to the sky

[00:05:29] At the bottom of the winding staircase

[00:05:33] And out onto the cobbles

[00:05:35] In a drunken rage I burst things leering towering

[00:05:41] Then

[00:05:42] Children and family track him back to his lair

[00:05:45] Torture his soul by the burning of books and scripts

[00:05:47] Ripping them down from the shelves

[00:05:49] And rewriting this story in hope of salvation from destinies

[00:06:21] Picking applies in the moonlight was pleasant

[00:06:25] We stood on the corpses to reach them

[00:06:29] Letting the radiant summer morning creep

[00:06:33] Through our windows stirs no memories

[00:06:36] But the fattening well-fed rooks help us to remember