Song | Great God Pan |
Artist | Folkearth |
Album | Drakkars in the Mist |
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Once upon a time when mythic creatures thrived | |
My land was pure, the forests primeval still | |
And pagan reels would stir the crooked boughs | |
Surrendering them to the whims of the whispering wind… | |
There flowers sprung beneath the cloven hoofs | |
Of an elder being-far more ancient than the Olympians themselves… | |
The ancient trees know him by the name—Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame—Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Ten score Satyr squires | |
With nymphs sought delight…thy flute is divine | |
O Pan, our music inspire! | |
Teach us thine art | |
The tunes that would win | |
The hearts of a nymph! | |
The ancient trees know him by the name—Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame—Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Pan, great god | |
Spread panic in our enemy’s ranks! | |
We invoke thy name | |
In moonlit glades-grant us the gift | |
Of arcane prophecy… | |
The ancient trees know him by the name—Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame—Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
[Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt:] | |
“I invoke the brawny Pan, the sky and the sea—I invoke earth, the sovereign queen and immortal fire… | |
O friend of Echo, thou who dances with the nymphs, thou who knowest everything, bearer of light, the true horned Zeus…” | |
I can hear the rivers lamenting and the willows weep… | |
Pan, our forests doth miss you… | |
For now a loathsome Christ has dubbed you Satan | |
And cast thee in exile… | |
But your shrines are not forgotten—there are those who still utter thy name | |
To restore thy glory and behold thee, Horned god, enthroned once more! | |
[Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt continued:] | |
“Thou who changes the nature of every thing with thy predictions and guides the race of men upon this vast earth… | |
But come o blessed one, thou courtier of Bacchus, come o inciting one, come to our holiest of sacrifices and grant us a good life’s ending by dispersing the frenzy of panic unto the four corners of the earth…” |
Once upon a time when mythic creatures thrived | |
My land was pure, the forests primeval still | |
And pagan reels would stir the crooked boughs | |
Surrendering them to the whims of the whispering wind | |
There flowers sprung beneath the cloven hoofs | |
Of an elder beingfar more ancient than the Olympians themselves | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Ten score Satyr squires | |
With nymphs sought delight thy flute is divine | |
O Pan, our music inspire! | |
Teach us thine art | |
The tunes that would win | |
The hearts of a nymph! | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Pan, great god | |
Spread panic in our enemy' s ranks! | |
We invoke thy name | |
In moonlit gladesgrant us the gift | |
Of arcane prophecy | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt: | |
" I invoke the brawny Pan, the sky and the sea I invoke earth, the sovereign queen and immortal fire | |
O friend of Echo, thou who dances with the nymphs, thou who knowest everything, bearer of light, the true horned Zeus" | |
I can hear the rivers lamenting and the willows weep | |
Pan, our forests doth miss you | |
For now a loathsome Christ has dubbed you Satan | |
And cast thee in exile | |
But your shrines are not forgotten there are those who still utter thy name | |
To restore thy glory and behold thee, Horned god, enthroned once more! | |
Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt continued: | |
" Thou who changes the nature of every thing with thy predictions and guides the race of men upon this vast earth | |
But come o blessed one, thou courtier of Bacchus, come o inciting one, come to our holiest of sacrifices and grant us a good life' s ending by dispersing the frenzy of panic unto the four corners of the earth" |
Once upon a time when mythic creatures thrived | |
My land was pure, the forests primeval still | |
And pagan reels would stir the crooked boughs | |
Surrendering them to the whims of the whispering wind | |
There flowers sprung beneath the cloven hoofs | |
Of an elder beingfar more ancient than the Olympians themselves | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Ten score Satyr squires | |
With nymphs sought delight thy flute is divine | |
O Pan, our music inspire! | |
Teach us thine art | |
The tunes that would win | |
The hearts of a nymph! | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Pan, great god | |
Spread panic in our enemy' s ranks! | |
We invoke thy name | |
In moonlit gladesgrant us the gift | |
Of arcane prophecy | |
The ancient trees know him by the name Pan, what lust runs through thy veins! | |
The Dryads alone yet sing his fame Pan, thy music the Gods entertains! | |
Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt: | |
" I invoke the brawny Pan, the sky and the sea I invoke earth, the sovereign queen and immortal fire | |
O friend of Echo, thou who dances with the nymphs, thou who knowest everything, bearer of light, the true horned Zeus" | |
I can hear the rivers lamenting and the willows weep | |
Pan, our forests doth miss you | |
For now a loathsome Christ has dubbed you Satan | |
And cast thee in exile | |
But your shrines are not forgotten there are those who still utter thy name | |
To restore thy glory and behold thee, Horned god, enthroned once more! | |
Orphic hymn to Pan excerpt continued: | |
" Thou who changes the nature of every thing with thy predictions and guides the race of men upon this vast earth | |
But come o blessed one, thou courtier of Bacchus, come o inciting one, come to our holiest of sacrifices and grant us a good life' s ending by dispersing the frenzy of panic unto the four corners of the earth" |