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

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
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

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

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