Dance Of The Satyr

Deep in the woods lies a gladem Green and bright, wonderful, Gentle light bleaks through leaves, Mellow shades mask a shape of a wild It's the dance of the satyr It's the dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr All around this fine glade, Moves his hooves, shakes his horns, To a tune, of a flute, Audibly, only to Creatures of, other worlds Fast move his hips, Spins around, cross the glade, Prance in rut, bounce in heat, To the beat of the tune of a wild It's the dance of the satyr...