Luyện nghe bài hát Horned Is The Hunter

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

What hope for a king with no kingdom to
Now his desert him
him a fool,
And are bonded to
The plough and the
That lay waste and barren
beauty survives
Though legends of power and glory
For these
Who out their lives,
Chained by conformity shackled by
And to believe they don't want to be freed.

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

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

Both and lustful
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 the fingers that pipe out the tune,
Simple and is the song of the moon
That each evening the ritual performed,
A lament for a God to a transformed.

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

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

A God of many
Yet none of them are
in all places at all times
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 this confusion the stands tall.