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The Bite
670
Rock
The Bite fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 1971 por Sanctuary Records como parte del álbum First Utterance
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 1971
Sello discográficoSanctuary Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM148

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Comus
Comus
Intérprete
Glen Goring
Glen Goring
Voces, Guitarra
Roger Wootton
Roger Wootton
Voces, Guitarra acústica
Andy Hellaby
Andy Hellaby
Bajo eléctrico, Voces
Rob Young
Rob Young
Oboe, Flauta
Colin Pearson
Colin Pearson
Violín, Viola
Bobbie Watson
Bobbie Watson
Percusión, Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Comus
Comus
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Barry Murray
Barry Murray
Producción
Geoff Calver
Geoff Calver
Ingeniería

Letra

The wolf's laugh, eerie, cracks the humid night air
The rabbit freezes the fox in his lair
The owl hoots shrilly, is searching the dark
The moon white flangs through the trees, tall and stark, ah
Who would emerge on a night like this?
Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss?
The battered Christian bows his head in despair
The crown of sharp thorns revealed 'neath his hair
His scrawny body worn thin by the trial
Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim's last mile
A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
His eyes retort, the atmosphere is hot
The wolf sniffs, ivory-fanged, he bristles up his spine
The fox smiles knowingly, but dares not step out of line
Through the twisting, crushing silence, the broken Christian creeps
Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps
No bird makes sound, no creature moves to break the gripping air
And the Christian, he raises his hands up to his mouth
But for a whisper, he cannot dare
The Christian wakes, trembling with sweat
The cell's dark walls, stony and wet
Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
The door swings inwards, dull light through the crack
The jailer looks indifferent to him
A routine morning martyr's death for him
A misty, cold, sad morning greets the Christian's haggard grin
The rope is slung, and the noose is tied, and the Christian's neck is thin
The block is raised, he stands erect, the rope beneath his chin
They pull the block, and the Christian drops
He hangs above the sin
Written by: Comus
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