Horned Is the Hunter (2007 Remastered Version)

Horned Is The Hunter - Sabbat

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

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 belive they don't want to be freed

The enemy within us -

Is well armed to spoil and R**e

And this mighty heart grows weaker with

Each liberty they take

So come ye from the shadows

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

Come take your courage in both hands

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 mant 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

For the myth is but a History Of A Time To Come

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