[00:00.000] 作曲 : Peter Hammill
[00:00.000]Arrow
[03:12.309]Stub towers in the distance
[03:15.054]Riders cross the blasted moor
[03:20.101]against the horizon
[03:29.561]Fickle promises of treaty
[03:32.149]Fatal harbingers of war
[03:37.103]futile orison
[03:46.938]Swirl as one in this flight
[03:54.103]this mad chase
[03:56.481]This surge across the marshy mud landscape
[04:02.461]Until the meaning is forgotten
[04:09.279]Hood masks the eager face
[04:14.297]Skin stretched and sallow
[04:18.215]Headlong into the chilling night
[04:21.745]As swift as any arrow
[04:27.086]Feet against the flagstones
[04:28.969]Fingers scrabbling at the lock
[04:33.583]craving protection
[04:40.544]"Sanctuary!" croaks a voice
[04:42.386]Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection
[04:53.890]Shot the bolt in the wall
[04:59.929]rusted the key
[05:02.019]Now the echoes of all frightful memory
[05:07.495]Intrude in the silence
[05:11.628]What a crawl against the slope
[05:15.973]Dark loom the gallows
[05:19.932]One touch to the chapel door
[05:23.292]How swiftly comes the arrow
[05:28.188]Instrument
[06:11.759]"Compassion!" you plead
[06:13.335]as though they kept it in a box
[06:17.562]Well, that's long since been empty
[06:23.230]I'd like to help you somehow but
[06:25.473]I'm in the self-same spot
[06:29.072]My condition exempts me
[06:34.845]We are all on the run on our knees
[06:42.870]The sundial draws a line upon eternity
[06:47.785]Across every number
[06:54.033]How long the time seems
[06:58.116]How dark the shadow
[07:01.821]How straight the eagle flies
[07:05.370]How straight towards his arrow
[07:10.093]How long the night is
[07:14.401]Why is this passage so narrow
[07:18.533]How strange my body feels
[07:21.902]Impaled upon the arrow
[07:26.421]instrument

作曲 : Peter Hammill
Arrow
Stub towers in the distance
Riders cross the blasted moor
against the horizon
Fickle promises of treaty
Fatal harbingers of war
futile orison
Swirl as one in this flight
this mad chase
This surge across the marshy mud landscape
Until the meaning is forgotten
Hood masks the eager face
Skin stretched and sallow
Headlong into the chilling night
As swift as any arrow
Feet against the flagstones
Fingers scrabbling at the lock
craving protection
"Sanctuary!" croaks a voice
Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection
Shot the bolt in the wall
rusted the key
Now the echoes of all frightful memory
Intrude in the silence
What a crawl against the slope
Dark loom the gallows
One touch to the chapel door
How swiftly comes the arrow
Instrument
"Compassion!" you plead
as though they kept it in a box
Well, that's long since been empty
I'd like to help you somehow but
I'm in the self-same spot
My condition exempts me
We are all on the run on our knees
The sundial draws a line upon eternity
Across every number
How long the time seems
How dark the shadow
How straight the eagle flies
How straight towards his arrow
How long the night is
Why is this passage so narrow
How strange my body feels
Impaled upon the arrow
instrument