[00:00.000] 作曲 : Peter Hammill[03:10.730]Stub towers in the distance[03:13.437]Riders cross the blasted moor[03:18.734]Against the horizon[03:28.475]Fickle promises of treaty[03:30.649]Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons[03:45.194]Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase[03:54.968]This surge across the marshy mud landscape[04:01.225]Until the meaning is forgotten[04:08.189]Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched and sallow[04:16.949]Headlong into the chilling night, as swift as any Arrow[04:25.643]Feet against the flagstones[04:27.613]Fingers scrabbling at the lock[04:32.049]Craving protection[04:39.112]'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice[04:41.008]Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection[04:52.581]Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key;[05:00.835]Now the echoes of all frightful memory[05:06.086]Intrude in the silence[05:10.261]What a crawl against the slope - dark loom the gallows[05:18.468]One touch to the chapel door, how swiftly comes the arrow[06:10.608]"Compassion", you plead[06:12.359]As though they kept it in a box, hah![06:16.307]Well, that's long since been empty[06:21.827]I'd like to help you somehow[06:23.813]But I'm in the self-same spot:[06:27.752]Oh my condition exempts me[06:33.435]We are all on the run, on our knees;[06:41.431]The sundial draws a line upon eternity[06:46.696]Across every number[06:52.869]How long the time seems, how dark the shadow[07:00.058]Oh, how straight the eagle flies, how straight towards his Arrow[07:08.839]How long the night is - why is this passage so narrow?[07:16.852]How strange my body feels, impaled upon the Arrow