Can you feel that the panic is growing bitter in the air…
Great horned one is coming out of his lair.
I've already seen him under the moon, his cloven hooves in a brook.
His name is Great God Pan.
He told me about the witche's runes, how to dance naked on a secret tune.
He told me the trees were the pillars of his cathedrals in ancient days.
We sang the song of the moon, his tune was simple and pure.
Initiatic wilderness, all the fairies danced in trance.
Barefooted I've recovered something I've lost long ago…
I've become a steppin' stone my friend, whose sands you'll see in the brookes of his forest.
I've travelled thru' centuries, I've travelled thru' the reigns and
I've even felt like I was a tree my friend.
We sang the song of the moon, his tune was simple and pure.
Initiatic wilderness, all the fairies danced in trance.
Barefooted I've recovered something I've lost long ago…
Great God Pan have many faces my friend yet to be known, some will thrill you to
the bones!
What I've seen has drowing me near mad : to stay blind would have been a wise prayer…
I've travelled thru' the years, I've travelled thru' the reigns : learn to talk with the trees, walking thru' the astral plains.
Visions are sent by the Great God Pan, born on the air he's the Great God Pain.