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 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
lay waste and leave barren
What beauty
Though of power and glory suffice
For these
Who live out lives,
Chained by conformity shackled by
And told to believe they want to be freed.

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

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

wicked and lustful
This horny might,
He plays hide and
With the 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 pure is the of the moon
echoes each evening the ritual performed,
A for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are men among us
to face the fight
Who'll by their convictions
overwhelming might,
So do not hide cowards
And the bitter end,
Come take your in both hands
And with 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 them are
Existing in all places at all
His glory in the majesty 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 cities tumble and empires fall,
Amidst this the Hunter stands tall.