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Horned Is the Hunter (2007 Remastered Version)

Alone he sits

A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,

Presiding o'er this conflict

That chills him to the bone,

For each tarnished blade that festers

Is a thorn thrust in his side,

And His pain alone bears witness

To the folly of mankind.What hope for a king with no kingdom to rule?

Now his children desert him

Regard him a fool,

And are bonded to progress

The plough and the scythe

That lay waste and leave barren

What beauty survives

Though legends of power and glory suffice

For these 'latter-day-heroes'

Who live out their lives,

Chained by conformity shackled by greed

And told to believe they don't want to be freed.The enemy within us

Is well armed to spoil and rape,

And this mighty heart grows weaker with

Each liberty they take,

So come ye from the shadows

Do not tremble 'neath your beds,

At the mention of his name

Hold high your weary heads.For in each delve and greenwood,

Far wiser creatures play,

And in their veins and sinews,

Live the Gods of yesterday.Both wicked and lustful

This God's horny might,

He plays hide and seek

With the shadows of the night,

Enthroned in high mountains

Nobility crowned with the wisdom of ages

The forest his gown,

So nimble the fingers that pipe out the tune,

Simple and pure is the song of the moon

That echoes each evening the ritual performed,

A lament for a God to a Devil transformed.Are there men among us

Prepared to face the fight

Who'll stand by their convictions

'Gainst overwhelming might,

So do not hide like cowards

And await the bitter end,

Come take your courage in both hands

And join with me my friend.For in each delve and greenwood,

Far wiser creatures play,

And in their veins and sinews,

Live the Gods of yesterday.A God of many faces

Yet none of them are known

Existing in all places at all times

His glory shown in the majesty of nature,

Let the Hymn to Pan be sung

For the myth is but a History Of A Time To Come.His name is eternal

His power unknown,

The ruler paternal

He watches alone,

As great cities tumble and empires fall,

Amidst this confusion the Hunter stands tall.

Songwriters

SNEAP, ANDY / WALKYIER, MARTINPublished by

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