Beltaine (Original Recording 1990/91)

歌詞

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.