Letra de The Great God Pan - Blood Ceremony

The skies above have darkened, the stars have aligned
We're witness to a rite of black magic design
Master of witches, king of the chaos sphere
Pastoral God whose altar burns with pagan fear

The great God pan born behind the stars
The ancients live again
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Song of the woodlands, pan pipes are crying reeds
His maddened tune will lift the autumn leaves
We see the horned one, we see his shape assume
The form of laughing wines and sandalwood fumes