Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

Alone he
A vanquished Lord upon an throne,
Presiding o'er conflict
chills him to the bone,
For tarnished blade that festers
Is a thorn in his side,
And His alone bears witness
To the of mankind.

What hope for a king with no to rule?
Now his desert him
him a fool,
And are bonded to
The and the scythe
lay waste and leave barren
What survives
Though legends of power and glory
For 'latter-day-heroes'
Who out their lives,
Chained by conformity shackled by
And told to believe don't want to be freed.

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

For in delve and greenwood,
Far wiser play,
And in veins and sinews,
Live the of yesterday.

wicked and lustful
This horny might,
He plays hide and
With the of the night,
Enthroned in high
Nobility with the wisdom of ages
The his gown,
So nimble the fingers that out the tune,
and pure is the song of the moon
That echoes each evening the performed,
A for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are men among us
to face the fight
Who'll by their convictions
overwhelming might,
So do not hide like
And await the end,
Come take your courage in hands
And with me my friend.

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

A God of faces
Yet of them are known
Existing in all places at all
His glory shown in the of nature,
Let the to Pan be sung
For the myth is but a Of A Time To Come.

His is eternal
His unknown,
The ruler
He alone,
As great cities tumble and fall,
Amidst this the Hunter stands tall.