Song | Ballad of the Bog |
Artist | Kate Price |
Album | Time Between |
作曲 : Coulter, Lewis, Price | |
The ruins stood amidst the bog | |
The folk knew not from whence they came | |
A rumor floated in the fog | |
Of a white and wistful, ghostly dame | |
Twas said she prowled the ruined walls | |
And all the while bemoaned her fate | |
Down crumbling, moss encrusted halls | |
Her voice would echo and relate | |
A stronger heard the village tell | |
A tale of spectre, moss and stone | |
From stories heard around the well | |
He would see it for himself alone | |
He found within the haunted place | |
A maiden sleeping very sound | |
With dark hair streaming 'cross her face | |
And falling tangled to the ground | |
He slowly crept up to her side | |
And bent his ear unto her chest | |
And life within her did reside | |
A faint heartbeat within her breast | |
The wind then moved the clouds aside | |
Which made the moon reveal her face | |
He jumped behind a wall to hide | |
As light filled up the horrid place | |
And as he watched with fullest awe | |
An evil mist fell from the stones | |
And uttering words of ancient law | |
It settled down into her bones | |
Her eyes shot wide, she sat upright | |
A flame of yellow burned insane | |
Her moaning filled the frightened night | |
And echoed through the halls again | |
The spectre heard the church bells toll | |
And stopped the maidens sad lament | |
Then with a scream it left her soul | |
And she collpased, her body spent | |
The evil mist then pulled away | |
And whispered back from whenc it came | |
The night seeped back without delay | |
And silence then held court again | |
He knew just what he had to do | |
And left the ruins for behind | |
Twas clear to him as morning dew | |
He'd rescure her or he would die | |
The day was spent in plans and schemes | |
The hour now was growing late | |
Then armed with naught but sword and dream | |
He rode to meet what lay in wait | |
He gathered up the maiden and | |
Removed her to the open air | |
Then lying down upon the sand | |
He took her place and waited there | |
The time was night, the mist arrived | |
And took it's evil, alien shape | |
With lengthy neck and bulbous eyes | |
He realized there was no escape | |
He grabbed the mist, it screamed with hate | |
And twisted in his surly grip | |
He drew its sword and struck its pate | |
And 'cross his glove it's green blood dripped | |
The maiden woke when it was dead | |
And ran into the young man's arms | |
His heart reached out to hers and said | |
I'll keep you safe and out of harm |
zuò qǔ : Coulter, Lewis, Price | |
The ruins stood amidst the bog | |
The folk knew not from whence they came | |
A rumor floated in the fog | |
Of a white and wistful, ghostly dame | |
Twas said she prowled the ruined walls | |
And all the while bemoaned her fate | |
Down crumbling, moss encrusted halls | |
Her voice would echo and relate | |
A stronger heard the village tell | |
A tale of spectre, moss and stone | |
From stories heard around the well | |
He would see it for himself alone | |
He found within the haunted place | |
A maiden sleeping very sound | |
With dark hair streaming ' cross her face | |
And falling tangled to the ground | |
He slowly crept up to her side | |
And bent his ear unto her chest | |
And life within her did reside | |
A faint heartbeat within her breast | |
The wind then moved the clouds aside | |
Which made the moon reveal her face | |
He jumped behind a wall to hide | |
As light filled up the horrid place | |
And as he watched with fullest awe | |
An evil mist fell from the stones | |
And uttering words of ancient law | |
It settled down into her bones | |
Her eyes shot wide, she sat upright | |
A flame of yellow burned insane | |
Her moaning filled the frightened night | |
And echoed through the halls again | |
The spectre heard the church bells toll | |
And stopped the maidens sad lament | |
Then with a scream it left her soul | |
And she collpased, her body spent | |
The evil mist then pulled away | |
And whispered back from whenc it came | |
The night seeped back without delay | |
And silence then held court again | |
He knew just what he had to do | |
And left the ruins for behind | |
Twas clear to him as morning dew | |
He' d rescure her or he would die | |
The day was spent in plans and schemes | |
The hour now was growing late | |
Then armed with naught but sword and dream | |
He rode to meet what lay in wait | |
He gathered up the maiden and | |
Removed her to the open air | |
Then lying down upon the sand | |
He took her place and waited there | |
The time was night, the mist arrived | |
And took it' s evil, alien shape | |
With lengthy neck and bulbous eyes | |
He realized there was no escape | |
He grabbed the mist, it screamed with hate | |
And twisted in his surly grip | |
He drew its sword and struck its pate | |
And ' cross his glove it' s green blood dripped | |
The maiden woke when it was dead | |
And ran into the young man' s arms | |
His heart reached out to hers and said | |
I' ll keep you safe and out of harm |