Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

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

What hope for a king with no kingdom to
Now his children him
him a fool,
And are bonded to
The and the scythe
That lay and leave barren
What survives
Though of power and glory suffice
For these
Who live out lives,
Chained by conformity by greed
And told to believe they want to be freed.

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

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

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

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

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

A God of faces
Yet none of 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 name is
His unknown,
The ruler
He alone,
As great tumble and empires fall,
Amidst confusion the Hunter stands tall.