[00:00.00] 作曲 : Peter Hammill[03:16.57]Stub towers in the distance,[03:19.02]Riders cross the blasted moor[03:24.26]Against the horizon.[03:33.54]Fickle promises of treaty,[03:36.11]Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons[03:50.71]Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase,[04:00.20]This surge across the marshy mud landscape[04:06.38]Until the meaning is forgotten.[04:13.46]Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched and sallow,[04:22.06]Headlong into the chilling night, as swift as any arrow.[04:30.72]Feet against the flagstones,[04:32.56]Fingers scrabbling at the lock,[04:37.29]Craving protection.[04:44.46]'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice,[04:46.65]Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection.[04:57.88]Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key;[05:06.28]Now the echoes of all frightful memory[05:11.61]Intrude in the silence.[05:15.65]What a crawl against the slope dark loom the gallows.[05:23.81]One touch to the chapel door, how swiftly comes the arrow.[06:15.86]"Compassion" you plead,[06:17.67]As though they kept it in a box[06:21.51]That's long since been empty.[06:27.16]I'd like to help you somehow,[06:29.21]But I'm in the self-same spot:[06:33.03]My condition exempts me.[06:38.68]We are all on the run, on our knees;[06:46.70]The sundial draws a line upon eternity[06:51.66]Across every number.[06:58.83]How long the time seems, how dark the shadow,[07:05.96]How straight the eagle flies, how straight towards his arrow.[07:14.21]How long the night is - why is this passage so narrow?[07:22.47]How strange my body feels, impaled upon the arrow.