Beltaine

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