Beltaine

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 a wild Pagan hunt 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 a wild Pagan hunt 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 the 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 a wild Pagan hunt 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 a wild Pagan hunt