Horned Is The Hunter Lyrics - Singles - 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. 

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, 

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. 

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.