| Song | The Thread Of Evermore |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | The Answer Machine? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| Harbringer of death and slaughter - (next time round you'll be the slain) | |
| Refuse the dying man your water - (thirst when you come back again). | |
| Don't spare the rod don't spoil the child - (I hope you like to take a beating) | |
| Feed your face while others starve - (you'd better learn to not miss eating.) | |
| Shining beaty - fair and wise, | |
| Has served it's time as dim an sallow | |
| An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
| Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
| Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
| Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
| Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
| Have chanted sermons on perdition. [Chorus:] | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| Light and dark complete the circle | |
| Find the yang to fit the | |
| Yin Barren desert - lush green myrtle | |
| Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
| From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| Harbringer of death and slaughter next time round you' ll be the slain | |
| Refuse the dying man your water thirst when you come back again. | |
| Don' t spare the rod don' t spoil the child I hope you like to take a beating | |
| Feed your face while others starve you' d better learn to not miss eating. | |
| Shining beaty fair and wise, | |
| Has served it' s time as dim an sallow | |
| An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
| Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
| Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
| Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
| Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
| Have chanted sermons on perdition. Chorus: | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| Light and dark complete the circle | |
| Find the yang to fit the | |
| Yin Barren desert lush green myrtle | |
| Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
| From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| Harbringer of death and slaughter next time round you' ll be the slain | |
| Refuse the dying man your water thirst when you come back again. | |
| Don' t spare the rod don' t spoil the child I hope you like to take a beating | |
| Feed your face while others starve you' d better learn to not miss eating. | |
| Shining beaty fair and wise, | |
| Has served it' s time as dim an sallow | |
| An honest judge seeks truth through eyes | |
| Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows. | |
| Hands that heal the sick and lame, | |
| Long since held tools of inquisition. | |
| Tongues which speak words true and sane | |
| Have chanted sermons on perdition. Chorus: | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore | |
| See the footprints in the sand | |
| Countless lifetimes gone before, | |
| Point our path with unseen hands | |
| The living thread of evermore. | |
| Light and dark complete the circle | |
| Find the yang to fit the | |
| Yin Barren desert lush green myrtle | |
| Chase the wind to lift your wing | |
| From egg and sperm ' neath sticky sheet, | |
| To ash and bone or maggot meat, | |
| The way looks neither pleasant or too long | |
| So have you stopped to wonder whether | |
| If when weighted against a feather, | |
| All your deeds appear so big and strong? | |
| Cross the bridge that spans forever | |
| Living thread of evermore. | |
| Without begining ending never, | |
| Living thread of evermore |