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Horned Is The Hunter - Lyrics by Sabbat


Lyrics
Alone he sits -a vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,presiding o'er this conflictthat chills him to the bone,for each tarnished blade that festersis a thorn thrust in his side,and His pain alone bears witnessto 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 barrenwhat beauty survivesthough 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 belive they don't want to be freed.
The enemy within us -is well armed to spoil and rape,and this mighty heart grows weaker witheach liberty they take,so come ye from the shadowsdo 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 lustfulthis God's horny might,
He plays hide and seekwith 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 usprepared to face the fightwho'll stand by their convictions'gainst overwhelming might,so do not hide like cowardsand await the bitter end,come take your courage in both handsand 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 mant facesyet none of them are knownexisting in all places at all times -
His glory shown in the majesty of nature,let the Hymn to Pan be sungfor the myth is but a History Of A Time To Come.(
Repeat stanzas 2,3 & 4)
His name is eternal -
His power unknown,the ruler paternal -
He watches alone,as great cities tumble and empires fall,admist this confusion the Hunter stands tall.

Book: Shattered Sighs