[Part 1]
Blood ways are now returning
The blood flows like wine
Bear witness to the madness as the Old Gods rise
The God of nature
King of satyrs and fauns
Pastoral God they told of in the pagan songs
The Great God Pan
The Great God Pan
The Great I am
Born before the stars
And born before the dark
Deep in the woodlands
Pan flutes that cry and sing
I play my songs and I see everything
I am the Horned One
I am the Goat-Foot God
I'll leave you laughing mad with my gaze and songs
The Great God Pan
The Great God Pan
The Great I am
Blood spilled to repent
The Old Ones live again
[Part 2]
I hear the pagans starting to pray
The way they did in ancient days
"Take back the earth" I hear them say
I'll remind the world of the ancient ways
The few who stare into my eyes
Can look through the barrier of space and time
All the nymphs and satyrs start their chants
The hobgoblins begin their dance
I pipe here at the gates of dawn
The Great God Pan, the oldest God
With the return of ancient lands
Witness the rise of the Great God Pan
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Stepping on the Devil's Tail
PoetryA collection that covers a wide variety of topics, yet I try to make it seem at least a little cohesive. Some of these are pretty wild. Lots of madness and death and end-of-the-world-type shit going on. I can't imagine why that kinda stuff has been...
