Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

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

What hope for a with no kingdom to rule?
Now his desert him
him a fool,
And are to progress
The and the scythe
That lay and leave barren
What beauty
Though of power and glory suffice
For 'latter-day-heroes'
Who live out lives,
Chained by conformity by greed
And told to they don't want to be freed.

The enemy us
Is armed to spoil and rape,
And this mighty grows weaker with
liberty they take,
So ye from the shadows
Do not tremble your beds,
At the of his name
Hold high weary heads.

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

Both and lustful
This horny might,
He plays and seek
the shadows of the night,
Enthroned in high
Nobility crowned with the wisdom of
The his gown,
So the fingers that pipe out the tune,
and pure is the song of the moon
That echoes evening the ritual performed,
A for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are there men us
to face the fight
Who'll stand by convictions
'Gainst might,
So do not hide like
And await the end,
Come take courage in both hands
And join me my friend.

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

A God of faces
Yet none of are known
Existing in all places at all
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 is eternal
His unknown,
The paternal
He alone,
As great cities tumble and fall,
Amidst this confusion the stands tall.