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 the wild Pagan heart

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

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 a funeral pyre