Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

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

What hope for a with no kingdom to rule?
Now his children him
him a fool,
And are bonded to
The and the scythe
lay waste and leave barren
What beauty
Though of power and glory suffice
For these
Who out their lives,
by conformity shackled by greed
And told to believe don't want to be freed.

The enemy us
Is well to spoil and rape,
And this mighty heart grows with
Each liberty take,
So come ye the shadows
Do not tremble 'neath beds,
At the mention of his
high your 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 hide and seek
the shadows of the night,
Enthroned in mountains
crowned with the wisdom of ages
The his gown,
So nimble the that pipe out the tune,
Simple and is the song of the moon
That echoes each the ritual performed,
A for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are men among us
Prepared to face the
stand by their convictions
'Gainst might,
So do not hide cowards
And the bitter end,
Come take your courage in both
And join me my friend.

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

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

His name is
His unknown,
The ruler
He alone,
As cities tumble and empires fall,
Amidst this confusion the Hunter tall.