《The Author of the Burning Flock》歌词

歌曲： The Author of the Burning Flock

所属专辑：On The Eve Of The Grimly Inventive

歌手： ebonylake

时长： 07:27

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The hallucinating laughter of the drunken scholar [00:00:06]

Bleeding on his script [00:00:10]

Burning parchment warms his face sleeping [00:00:11]

Outside the children gather [00:00:14]

Dancing with skylarks in splendour [00:00:16]

The fire dancers surging towards the heavy clouds [00:00:18]

A celebration blasts forth [00:00:22]

The headless swans now perform [00:00:24]

The scorching scent of brandy [00:00:25]

It stains the marble archway [00:00:27]

Now the clocks fail at seven [00:00:31]

Artist of cruelty sculptor of grey things weaver of foul song [00:00:36]

Offspring of no-one father of no child [00:00:41]

Writer of torrid ballet [00:00:43]

Mentor of bleakness [00:00:45]

Poet of torment melter of amethyst [00:00:47]

Somnium [00:00:50]

Oh what a magnificent feast for the eyes [00:00:55]

Every decrepit wall [00:01:00]

Burning brighter than the very sun [00:01:03]

And from where I stood crows [00:01:07]

And things crowded the highest tower [00:01:10]

And the orchards bowed and moaned in deep agony [00:01:15]

Strange it was I think how small young children laugh at this [00:01:21]

Like witches brew of snow [00:01:34]

And leaves and sleeping through a storm [00:01:37]

Bairns be warned now the hornéd scholar will come [00:01:52]

Through his novels his coldness and hate will run [00:02:02]

Thus it was true the brains of children did swell [00:02:13]

My blood runs cold as to you this tale I tell [00:02:24]

Woah (ah) [00:02:35]

Bairns in rags are swept aside [00:02:56]

Make way for the bell ringer [00:03:01]

Artist of cruelty sculptor of grey things weaver of foul song [00:03:04]

Offspring of no-one father of no child writer of torrid ballet [00:03:09]

Mentor of bleakness poet of torment [00:03:14]

Master of death's string quartet [00:03:16]

The author of the burning flock [00:03:19]

Oh oh [00:03:23]

And so to the cliffs [00:03:25]

And then quietly and without fail [00:03:29]

One hundred weary peepers amid the grass [00:03:35]

Peer out among the waves [00:03:41]

Frozen deep to the bone [00:03:45]

Preparing to be driven into the sea [00:03:49]

Picking apples in the moonlight was pleasant [00:04:01]

We stood on the corpses to reach them [00:04:04]

And now we are hostile to birds [00:04:09]

And creatures of the undergrowth [00:04:11]

Dine a meal of wrat [00:04:14]

Sup thy whiskey of the night [00:04:17]

And be gone be gone be gone [00:04:20]

One by one they are swept into the cold watery depths [00:04:31]

Beyond the clouds as they fall like ice [00:04:35]

Marble raging steeples crashing [00:04:41]

Revenge is the sweetest fruit [00:04:44]

Black and sour to the summit we soar [00:04:51]

Within the feathers of depression [00:04:56]

Here a flower for you [00:05:16]

We often think of you and your siblings [00:05:18]

Buried shallow in the grass [00:05:20]

The grass upon which at night I lay [00:05:22]

Drunk on red wine [00:05:25]

Singing to the sky [00:05:26]

At the bottom of the winding staircase [00:05:29]

And out onto the cobbles [00:05:33]

In a drunken rage I burst things leering towering [00:05:35]

Then [00:05:41]

Children and family track him back to his lair [00:05:42]

Torture his soul by the burning of books and scripts [00:05:45]

Ripping them down from the shelves [00:05:47]

And rewriting this story in hope of salvation from destinies [00:05:49]

Picking applies in the moonlight was pleasant [00:06:21]

We stood on the corpses to reach them [00:06:25]

Letting the radiant summer morning creep [00:06:29]

Through our windows stirs no memories [00:06:33]

But the fattening well-fed rooks help us to remember [00:06:36]