| Song | Such Hawks Such Hounds |
| Artist | Dead Meadow |
| Album | Feathers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kille, McCarly, Shane, Simon | |
| As Dawn's first rays cross the green field | |
| they shine in open eyes lying still | |
| From the boughs of the oak tree | |
| three ravens wait | |
| over his cold bones lying as they are | |
| The wind will moan forevermore | |
| They'll perch on his backbone | |
| beneath the morning sun | |
| peck out his eyes one by one | |
| His hounds they lie at his feet | |
| so well they will their master keep | |
| His hawks they circle the air | |
| all through the day | |
| No raven would dare come near | |
| all through the day | |
| She sits quiet and still by his side | |
| Gently closes her lover's eyes | |
| She buried him before his prime | |
| was dead herself before even song time | |
| God grant each man his rightful share | |
| such hawks, such hounds, such ladies fair. |
| zuo qu : Kille, McCarly, Shane, Simon | |
| As Dawn' s first rays cross the green field | |
| they shine in open eyes lying still | |
| From the boughs of the oak tree | |
| three ravens wait | |
| over his cold bones lying as they are | |
| The wind will moan forevermore | |
| They' ll perch on his backbone | |
| beneath the morning sun | |
| peck out his eyes one by one | |
| His hounds they lie at his feet | |
| so well they will their master keep | |
| His hawks they circle the air | |
| all through the day | |
| No raven would dare come near | |
| all through the day | |
| She sits quiet and still by his side | |
| Gently closes her lover' s eyes | |
| She buried him before his prime | |
| was dead herself before even song time | |
| God grant each man his rightful share | |
| such hawks, such hounds, such ladies fair. |
| zuò qǔ : Kille, McCarly, Shane, Simon | |
| As Dawn' s first rays cross the green field | |
| they shine in open eyes lying still | |
| From the boughs of the oak tree | |
| three ravens wait | |
| over his cold bones lying as they are | |
| The wind will moan forevermore | |
| They' ll perch on his backbone | |
| beneath the morning sun | |
| peck out his eyes one by one | |
| His hounds they lie at his feet | |
| so well they will their master keep | |
| His hawks they circle the air | |
| all through the day | |
| No raven would dare come near | |
| all through the day | |
| She sits quiet and still by his side | |
| Gently closes her lover' s eyes | |
| She buried him before his prime | |
| was dead herself before even song time | |
| God grant each man his rightful share | |
| such hawks, such hounds, such ladies fair. |