| Song | Hail, Mary |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | The Island Arc Live (Excerpts) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meiburg | |
| Oh hail Mary, full of death | |
| Sing me a bitter song | |
| As dark as the day is long | |
| And as black as your eyes are wild | |
| While the hail from the blackened cloud is raking the firmament | |
| Destroying our argument | |
| About the temperature and the time | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| We lay like a wounded lamb, facing a billygoat | |
| Bowed down in our heavy coats | |
| Under the force and the threat of his eyes | |
| And we march in our rows and rows | |
| Under a burning hand | |
| Past the scars of the wounded land | |
| Into a country of thorns and spines | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| Oh, God save the chamberlain | |
| Oh, God save his appointed successor | |
| But God saved his hardest face for you and all your kind | |
| That's what's troubling me | |
| Hail Mary, sick and proud | |
| And holding aloft the light | |
| That would burn through a heaving night | |
| And then leave us upon the rocks | |
| And the child who is nearly born | |
| Waits just to do you harm | |
| Like the shock of a broken arm | |
| Or a love that would burn you blind | |
| Wild and unbroken |
| zuo qu : Meiburg | |
| Oh hail Mary, full of death | |
| Sing me a bitter song | |
| As dark as the day is long | |
| And as black as your eyes are wild | |
| While the hail from the blackened cloud is raking the firmament | |
| Destroying our argument | |
| About the temperature and the time | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| We lay like a wounded lamb, facing a billygoat | |
| Bowed down in our heavy coats | |
| Under the force and the threat of his eyes | |
| And we march in our rows and rows | |
| Under a burning hand | |
| Past the scars of the wounded land | |
| Into a country of thorns and spines | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| Oh, God save the chamberlain | |
| Oh, God save his appointed successor | |
| But God saved his hardest face for you and all your kind | |
| That' s what' s troubling me | |
| Hail Mary, sick and proud | |
| And holding aloft the light | |
| That would burn through a heaving night | |
| And then leave us upon the rocks | |
| And the child who is nearly born | |
| Waits just to do you harm | |
| Like the shock of a broken arm | |
| Or a love that would burn you blind | |
| Wild and unbroken |
| zuò qǔ : Meiburg | |
| Oh hail Mary, full of death | |
| Sing me a bitter song | |
| As dark as the day is long | |
| And as black as your eyes are wild | |
| While the hail from the blackened cloud is raking the firmament | |
| Destroying our argument | |
| About the temperature and the time | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| We lay like a wounded lamb, facing a billygoat | |
| Bowed down in our heavy coats | |
| Under the force and the threat of his eyes | |
| And we march in our rows and rows | |
| Under a burning hand | |
| Past the scars of the wounded land | |
| Into a country of thorns and spines | |
| Wild and unbroken | |
| Oh, God save the chamberlain | |
| Oh, God save his appointed successor | |
| But God saved his hardest face for you and all your kind | |
| That' s what' s troubling me | |
| Hail Mary, sick and proud | |
| And holding aloft the light | |
| That would burn through a heaving night | |
| And then leave us upon the rocks | |
| And the child who is nearly born | |
| Waits just to do you harm | |
| Like the shock of a broken arm | |
| Or a love that would burn you blind | |
| Wild and unbroken |