The Bite Lyrics
| Song | The Bite |
| Artist | Comus |
| Album | First Utterance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Roger Wootton |
| [00:01.000] | 作词 : Roger Wootton |
| [00:43.200] | The wolf’s laugh eerie cracks the humid night air |
| [00:45.829] | The rabbit freezes the box in his lair |
| [00:48.770] | The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark |
| [00:51.729] | The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark |
| [00:54.388] | Who would emerge on a night like this |
| [01:00.211] | Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss |
| [01:06.334] | The battered Christian bows his head in despair |
| [01:09.329] | The crown of sharp thorns revealed ‘neath his hair |
| [01:12.302] | His scrawny body worn thin by the trial |
| [01:15.215] | Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim’s last mile |
| [01:17.986] | A million fleshy things converge upon the spot |
| [01:23.799] | His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot |
| [01:30.115] | Aah |
| [01:36.927] | The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine |
| [01:42.696] | The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line |
| [01:54.817] | Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps |
| [02:00.862] | Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps |
| [02:07.342] | No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air |
| [02:13.702] | And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a |
| [02:17.652] | Whisper he cannot dare |
| [02:25.836] | La-la-la-la-laa… |
| [03:56.832] | The Christian wakes trembling with sweat |
| [03:59.836] | The cell’s dark walls stony and wet |
| [04:02.885] | Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back |
| [04:05.911] | The door swings inward dull light through the crack |
| [04:08.516] | The jailer looks indifferent to him |
| [04:14.448] | A routine morning martyr’s death for him |
| [04:20.575] | A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian’s haggard grin |
| [04:27.014] | The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian’s neck is thin |
| [04:33.555] | The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin |
| [04:40.122] | They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Roger Wootton |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : Roger Wootton |
| [00:43.200] | The wolf' s laugh eerie cracks the humid night air |
| [00:45.829] | The rabbit freezes the box in his lair |
| [00:48.770] | The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark |
| [00:51.729] | The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark |
| [00:54.388] | Who would emerge on a night like this |
| [01:00.211] | Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss |
| [01:06.334] | The battered Christian bows his head in despair |
| [01:09.329] | The crown of sharp thorns revealed ' neath his hair |
| [01:12.302] | His scrawny body worn thin by the trial |
| [01:15.215] | Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim' s last mile |
| [01:17.986] | A million fleshy things converge upon the spot |
| [01:23.799] | His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot |
| [01:30.115] | Aah |
| [01:36.927] | The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine |
| [01:42.696] | The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line |
| [01:54.817] | Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps |
| [02:00.862] | Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps |
| [02:07.342] | No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air |
| [02:13.702] | And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a |
| [02:17.652] | Whisper he cannot dare |
| [02:25.836] | Lalalalalaa |
| [03:56.832] | The Christian wakes trembling with sweat |
| [03:59.836] | The cell' s dark walls stony and wet |
| [04:02.885] | Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back |
| [04:05.911] | The door swings inward dull light through the crack |
| [04:08.516] | The jailer looks indifferent to him |
| [04:14.448] | A routine morning martyr' s death for him |
| [04:20.575] | A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian' s haggard grin |
| [04:27.014] | The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian' s neck is thin |
| [04:33.555] | The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin |
| [04:40.122] | They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Roger Wootton |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : Roger Wootton |
| [00:43.200] | The wolf' s laugh eerie cracks the humid night air |
| [00:45.829] | The rabbit freezes the box in his lair |
| [00:48.770] | The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark |
| [00:51.729] | The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark |
| [00:54.388] | Who would emerge on a night like this |
| [01:00.211] | Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss |
| [01:06.334] | The battered Christian bows his head in despair |
| [01:09.329] | The crown of sharp thorns revealed ' neath his hair |
| [01:12.302] | His scrawny body worn thin by the trial |
| [01:15.215] | Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim' s last mile |
| [01:17.986] | A million fleshy things converge upon the spot |
| [01:23.799] | His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot |
| [01:30.115] | Aah |
| [01:36.927] | The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine |
| [01:42.696] | The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line |
| [01:54.817] | Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps |
| [02:00.862] | Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps |
| [02:07.342] | No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air |
| [02:13.702] | And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a |
| [02:17.652] | Whisper he cannot dare |
| [02:25.836] | Lalalalalaa |
| [03:56.832] | The Christian wakes trembling with sweat |
| [03:59.836] | The cell' s dark walls stony and wet |
| [04:02.885] | Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back |
| [04:05.911] | The door swings inward dull light through the crack |
| [04:08.516] | The jailer looks indifferent to him |
| [04:14.448] | A routine morning martyr' s death for him |
| [04:20.575] | A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian' s haggard grin |
| [04:27.014] | The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian' s neck is thin |
| [04:33.555] | The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin |
| [04:40.122] | They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin. |
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