Текст песни
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
Who could forge that flame in you,
The fire that turns the dark to truth?
From distant skies or depths below,
Whose hand dared make the ember glow?
The stars once cried and fell from grace,
Still your light consumes this place.
Burning bright — oh, creature wild,
Child of terror, heaven’s child.
Did the hand that made the Lamb make thee?
Did the forge of God set your spirit free?
Burning bright — through fear and flame,
The world will never speak your name.
What the hammer? what the chain?
What fierce heart could bear the pain?
In what furnace was your soul designed,
To walk the edge of dark divine?
When your heart began to beat,
Whose dread power stirred that heat?
Creation sings, both dark and deep,
The dreamer wakes, the angels weep.
Burning bright — oh, creature wild,
Child of terror, heaven’s child.
Did the hand that made the Lamb make thee?
Did the same flame set your spirit free?
Burning bright — through endless night,
You are beauty bound in fright.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night...
