Alone he sits
A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,
Presiding o'er this conflict
That chills him to the bone,
For each tarnished blade that festers
Is a thorn thrust in his side,
And His pain alone bears witness
To the folly of mankind.
What hope for a king with no kingdom to rule?
Now his children desert him
Regard him a fool,
And are bonded to progress
The plough and the scythe
That lay waste and leave barren
What beauty survives
Though legends of power and glory suffice
For these 'latter-day-heroes'
Who live out their lives,
Chained by conformity shackled by greed
And told to believe they don't want to be freed.
The enemy within us
Is well armed to spoil and rape,
And this mighty heart grows weaker with
Each liberty they take,
Do not tremble 'neath your beds,
At the mention of his name
Hold high your weary heads.
For in each delve and greenwood,
Far wiser creatures play,
And in their veins and sinews,
Live the Gods of yesterday.
Both wicked and lustful
This God's horny might,
He plays hide and seek
With the shadows of the night,
Enthroned in high mountains
Nobility crowned with the wisdom of ages
The forest his gown,
So nimble the fingers that pipe out the tune,
Simple and pure is the song of the moon
That echoes each evening the ritual performed,
A lament for a God to a Devil transformed.
Are there men among us
Prepared to face the fight
Who'll stand by their convictions
'Gainst overwhelming might,
So do not hide like cowards
And await the bitter end,
And join with me my friend.
For in each delve and greenwood,
Far wiser creatures play,
And in their veins and sinews,
Live the Gods of yesterday.
A God of many faces
Yet none of them are known
Existing in all places at all times
His glory shown in the majesty of nature,
Let the Hymn to Pan be sung
His name is eternal
His power unknown,
The ruler paternal
He watches alone,
As great cities tumble and empires fall,
Amidst this confusion the Hunter stands tall.
- 专辑：History of a Time to Come
- 歌手：Sabbat
- 歌曲：Horned Is the Hunter
