Apocalyptische folkklassieker du jour: The Bite

First Utterance van Comus is het met afstand meest sinistere folkalbum ooit gemaakt. Denk Charles Manson meets The Great God Pan. “Like running through a forest full of aborted horses, schizophrenic cows, shaved werewolves, left-handed witches, and hairy children with horns”, om een criticus te citeren. The Bite is nog één van de minst lugubere songs op een album dat het werk van Johnny Cash en Nick Cave reduceert tot nursery rhymes.

The wolf’s laugh eerie cracks the humid night air
The rabbit freezes the fox in his lair
The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
The moon white flangs through the trees tall and stark

Who would emerge on a night like this
Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss

The battered Christian down 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 eye 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 hand 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 doors swing 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 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