Song | The Thread Of Evermore |
Artist | Skyclad |
Album | The Answer Machine? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
Harbringer of death and slaughter - (next time round you'll be the slain) | |
Refuse the dying man your water - (thirst when you come back again). | |
Don't spare the rod don't spoil the child - (I hope you like to take a beating) | |
Feed your face while others starve - (you'd better learn to not miss eating.) | |
Shining beaty - fair and wise, | |
Has served it's time as dim an sallow | |
An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
Have chanted sermons on perdition. [Chorus:] | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
Light and dark complete the circle | |
Find the yang to fit the | |
Yin Barren desert - lush green myrtle | |
Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore |
zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
Harbringer of death and slaughter next time round you' ll be the slain | |
Refuse the dying man your water thirst when you come back again. | |
Don' t spare the rod don' t spoil the child I hope you like to take a beating | |
Feed your face while others starve you' d better learn to not miss eating. | |
Shining beaty fair and wise, | |
Has served it' s time as dim an sallow | |
An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
Have chanted sermons on perdition. Chorus: | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
Light and dark complete the circle | |
Find the yang to fit the | |
Yin Barren desert lush green myrtle | |
Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore |
zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
Harbringer of death and slaughter next time round you' ll be the slain | |
Refuse the dying man your water thirst when you come back again. | |
Don' t spare the rod don' t spoil the child I hope you like to take a beating | |
Feed your face while others starve you' d better learn to not miss eating. | |
Shining beaty fair and wise, | |
Has served it' s time as dim an sallow | |
An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
Have chanted sermons on perdition. Chorus: | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore | |
See the footprints in the sand | |
Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
Point our path with unseen hands | |
The living thread of evermore. | |
Light and dark complete the circle | |
Find the yang to fit the | |
Yin Barren desert lush green myrtle | |
Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
If when weighted against a feather, | |
All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
Living thread of evermore. | |
Without begining ending never, | |
Living thread of evermore |