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 with no kingdom to rule?
Now his children him
him a fool,
And are to progress
The and the scythe
That lay waste and barren
What survives
legends of power and glory suffice
For these
Who live out lives,
Chained by shackled by greed
And told to they don't want to be freed.

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

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

Both wicked and
This God's might,
He plays and seek
the shadows of the night,
Enthroned in high
Nobility crowned with the of ages
The his gown,
So nimble the fingers that out the tune,
Simple and pure is the of the moon
That each evening the ritual performed,
A for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are there men us
Prepared to the fight
stand by their convictions
'Gainst might,
So do not like cowards
And the bitter end,
Come take your courage in both
And with me my friend.

For in each and greenwood,
Far creatures play,
And in their and sinews,
the Gods 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 to Pan be sung
For the myth is but a History Of A To Come.

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