[00:00.00] 作曲 : Peter Hammill/D Jackson[00:47.36]Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,[00:51.12]He looks into the future and remembers what is past,[00:55.27]Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,[00:58.67]Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel.[01:11.35]In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain;[01:15.46]Smoke drifts up behind him, he is free again,[01:19.60]Free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,[01:24.78]Leaving nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.[01:30.34]It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.[01:40.78]Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow;[01:45.18]Wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes,[01:49.00]Leaving spoor to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.[01:54.44]Cross the moor and make the headland[01:57.02]Stumbling, wayward, blind.[01:59.89]In the end his footprints extend as one single line.[02:24.97]This latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,[02:34.93]Persuaded to charge at his enemy.[02:39.08]Too late, he knows it is,[02:42.94]Too late now to turn back, too soon by far to falter.[02:50.68]The past sits uneasily at his rear,[02:55.67]He's walking right into the trap,[03:00.48]Surrounded, but striving through will and fear.[03:05.26]Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade[03:09.53]But the dice slip through his fingers[03:11.22]And he's living from day to day,[03:13.56]Carrying his world around upon his back,[03:16.62]Leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track.[05:13.35]He will not be hostage, he will not be slave,[05:17.20]No snare of past can trap him, though the future may.[05:21.49]Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat;[05:26.29]Still his life remains unfettered he denies defeat.[05:44.15]It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.[05:54.07]Leave the past to burn at least that's been his own.[06:00.15]Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's done;[06:05.77]Holding nothing but beholden to no-one,[06:11.49]Claiming nothing, out of no false pride, he survives.[06:17.32]Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen[06:23.98]Of a man who entered the course of a dream,[06:30.36]Claiming nothing but the life he's known[06:35.20]This, at least, has been his own.