歌词
(Verse 1)
Gather 'round ye tavern folk, a tale I have to spin,
Of skies ablaze with fiery wrath, and creatures clad in skin
More pale and smooth than winter snow, with eyes like polished jet,
A sight that chilled me to the bone, and left my breeches wet!
(Chorus)
For lo, a fiery chariot, descended from the night,
A wheel of flame upon the moor, a most unholy sight!
It clattered down in yonder field, where barley used to grow,
And from its belly spewed forth men, more phantom than we know!
(Verse 2)
They stood there blinking at the stars, as lost as lambs astray,
Their limbs all spindly, heads like eggs, a most peculiar way
To greet a humble village bard, beneath the pale moonlight.
I thought of demons, risen foul, to steal our souls that night!
(Chorus)
For lo, a fiery chariot, descended from the night,
A wheel of flame upon the moor, a most unholy sight!
It clattered down in yonder field, where barley used to grow,
And from its belly spewed forth men, more phantom than we know!
(Bridge)
But then, one fellow, round of head, produced a curious thing,
A box that squawked and chirped and sang, a most confounding ring
Of noises nonsensical, yet strangely seemed to please,
The others bobbed their egg-shaped heads, and danced upon their knees!
(Chorus)
For lo, a fiery chariot, descended from the night,
A wheel of flame upon the moor, a most unholy sight!
It clattered down in yonder field, where barley used to grow,
And from its belly spewed forth men, more phantom than we know!
(Outro)
Perhaps they came for ale and song, perhaps for merriment,
These pallid fellows from the stars, with knees so strangely bent.
Whatever brought them to our land, a mystery it shall stay,
A fiery tale to warm the nights, as winter fades away!
(Outro)
Perhaps they came for ale and song, perhaps for merriment,
These pallid fellows from the stars, with knees so strangely bent.
Whatever brought them to our land, a mystery it shall stay,
A fiery tale to warm the nights, as winter fades away!
