Serenade Of Death

The Hunter calls the Forest God Who dared in pride to wallow A deaf-mute song, with no applaud The Faun against Apollo Through godly lyre he dies skinned Dark bile blood ink, his last drink It seems long ago When his fine notes deranged the maids Dancing till night fades Now mere, tale of woe Spell casting words have sealed his breath I mourn a serenade of death Hysteria spits out of his flute All spirits reigned by madness Yet the Sun's voice had lеft them mute Condemning him to darknеss Look at him, pinned, like a moth He hangs, stripped-off, his skin-cloth It seems long ago When his fine notes deranged the maids Dancing till night fades Now mere, tale of woe Spell casting words have sealed his breath I mourn a serenade of death Serenade of Death Serenade of death It seems long ago When his fine notes deranged the maids Dancing till night fades Now mere, tale of woe His fount of breath has been ripped off Shivering screams, pleading "enough"