[00:00.00] 作词 : Adrian Erlandson/Dani Davey/Dave Pybus/Martin Powell/Paul Allender[00:01.00] 作曲 : Adrian Erlandson/Adrian Erlandsson/Dani Davey/Dani Davey (Dani Filth)/Dave Pybus/Martin Powell/Paul Allender[00:12.57]Seven brides serve me seven sins[00:15.90]Seven seas writhe for me[00:18.78]From Orient gates to R'lyeh[00:25.05]Abydos to Thessaly[00:25.47]And Sirens sing from stern[00:28.26]But now I cease to play[00:31.47]For I yearn to return[00:32.37]To woodland ferns[00:34.77]Where Herne and his wild huntress lay[00:37.62]Now the tidal are turning[00:55.65]Spurning the darkness[01:00.24]The great purgations of distinguished tours[01:02.22]Are but stills in time[01:08.07]To the thrill that I'm[01:11.25]Once more[01:13.20]Heading to the bedding[01:14.19]Of her English shores[01:29.01]The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails[01:31.98]Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees[01:35.31]And mists clung tight in panic to vales[01:38.25]When Brigantia spoke her soul to me[01:39.24]From Imbolg to Bealtaine[01:39.90]Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts[02:00.69]I heard her lament as season's blent[02:03.87]Together a chimerical beast[02:10.89]Now the tidal are turning[02:11.97]Churning in darkness[02:16.32]The celebrations of extinguished wars[02:18.51]Are but stills in time[02:24.36]To the chill that climbs[02:25.50]Once more[02:29.82]Dreading the red weddings[02:30.78]On her English shores[02:33.27]Gone are the rustic summers of my youth[02:35.46]Cruel winter cut their sacred throats[02:37.11]With polished scythes that reap worldwide[02:42.39]Pitch black skies and forest smoke[03:12.78]And the hosts that I saw there[03:17.07]Drones of carrion law[03:17.52]Drove the ghosts of my forbears[03:18.18]To rove and rally once more[03:18.75]One of her sons from the vast far-flung[03:19.65]Come home to rebuild[03:20.07]The rampant line of the Leonine[03:20.73]Risen over pestilent fields[03:26.70]Now the tidal are turning[03:28.26]Burning in darkness[03:32.94]The salvation of her hungry sword[03:33.99]Shalt spill like wine[03:40.62]From the hills to chines[03:41.58]That pour[03:45.75]Spreading her beheadings[03:47.04]On these English shores[03:50.16]For the hosts that I saw there[03:53.34]Drones of carrion law[03:57.00]Drove the ghosts of my forbears[03:57.99]To rove and rally once more[04:02.94]This is a waking for England[04:06.03]From it's reticent doze[04:09.45]This is a waking for England[04:12.06]Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes