Lyrics:

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
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 -
Are 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

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

For in each delve and greenwood
Far wiser creatures play
And in their veins and sinews
Live the Gods of yesterday

What hope for a king with no kingdom to rule?
Now his children desert him -
Regard him a fool
And are bonded to progress -
Are 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
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
Gods of yesterday
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
Horned is the Hunter