[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.