Текст песни Skyclad - Crux Of The Message
Skyclad - Crux Of The Message слова песни
[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies]It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning,stealing the evening`s baking heat.It steps to the side, foot tapping, hop skipping.Without formation, no sense of the beat.And then comes the mean, heartrending echo.Low and beguiling, starting the show.The murmur resounding, a tightening of air.As colours emerge, the wind starts to blow.[Chorus:]He`s coming, he`s coming, the crux of the message.A silvery swordsman, no mercy to spare.He`ll slice and he`ll sever with sparkling precision.The weapon his fortune, the dragon - this air.And most run for cover,they know of his venom.The fury with which he will mount his attack.But those with a nerve,and bubbling curiosityWon`t be so hasty to hide or turn back.With a crack of his whipthe tears start cascading.Great rivers of truth washing over the land.In praise or in pity, in fear or forgiveness.The thunder is slain, the demon at hand.[Chorus:]He`s coming, he`s coming, the crux of the message.A silvery swordsman, no mercy to spare.He`ll slice and he`ll sever with sparkling precision.The weapon his fortune, the dragon - this air.And the threatening rumble, a music soon faded,a great composition now rendered complete.The mottle blue heavens nowgather in whispers, to wait for the encore.A black cloudless sheet.