Underneath the neolithic sky;
Where the beasts are so proud to die.
Across the sea of a million dreams,
Where nothing is as it once seemed.
I hear the Pan Pipes playing,
In what the wind is saying.
Here comes the fallen angel,
Here comes the long-dead god.
Back from the years in exile,
Here comes the wild Pagan heart.
And the May Queen sings her song;
For her consort who is gone.
Children mourn the loss of Pan,
Whom Death banished from this land.
I hear the Pan Pipes playing,
In what the wind is saying.
Here comes the fallen angel,
Here comes the long-dead god.
Back from the years in exile,
Here comes the wild Pagan heart.
It has been two thousand years,
The earth is soaked with blood and tears.
The once-great Lord of the Hunt lies slain,
His bride's a-burning in the flame.
Mother Earth lies raped and poisoned.
The final day draws ever closer.
To a time of ice and fire,
She shall be a funeral pyre.
I hear the Pan Pipes playing,
In what the wind is saying.
Here comes the fallen angel,
Here comes the long-dead god.
Back from the years in exile,
Here comes the wild Pagan heart.
I hear the Pan Pipes playing,
In what the wind is saying.
Here comes the fallen angel,
Here comes the long-dead god.
Back from the years in exile.
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