Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

Alone he
A vanquished Lord an oaken throne,
Presiding this conflict
That him to the bone,
For each tarnished blade that
Is a thorn in his side,
And His pain bears witness
To the of mankind.

What hope for a king with no kingdom to
Now his children him
him a fool,
And are to progress
The plough and the
That lay and leave barren
beauty survives
Though legends of and glory suffice
For these
Who live out lives,
Chained by conformity shackled by
And told to they don't want to be freed.

The within us
Is well armed to and rape,
And this mighty heart weaker with
Each they take,
So come ye the shadows
Do not 'neath your beds,
At the of his name
Hold high weary heads.

For in delve and greenwood,
Far wiser play,
And in their and sinews,
the Gods of yesterday.

Both wicked and
God's horny might,
He plays and seek
the shadows of the night,
Enthroned in mountains
Nobility crowned with the of ages
The his gown,
So nimble the fingers pipe out the tune,
Simple and pure is the song of the
echoes each evening the ritual performed,
A lament for a God to a transformed.

Are there men us
Prepared to the fight
Who'll stand by convictions
overwhelming might,
So do not like cowards
And the bitter end,
take your courage in both hands
And join me my friend.

For in each and greenwood,
Far creatures play,
And in their and sinews,
Live the of yesterday.

A God of faces
Yet none of are known
in all places at all times
His shown in the majesty of nature,
Let the Hymn to Pan be
For the is but a History Of A Time To Come.

His name is
His unknown,
The paternal
He alone,
As great tumble and empires fall,
Amidst this confusion the stands tall.