Inkubus Sukkubus - Song to pan

Tekst :

Can you hear the forest sing?
On a breath of damiana it calls his name
Seduced by his spirit once again
Cloven hooves beat upon the earth
He comes to us from Arcadia through the trees
The rush of his force felt upon the breeze
He comes on hooves of goat
He comes with songs that float on the wind
Let your senses know of him
Feel the earth it trembles underneath shaggy thighs
The sky is afire from his flashing eyes
If a nymph I’d follow him
Be a match for his wild carousing and bestial ways
And in the woods I too would play

Inne utwory

  • Vlad
  • Hedonistic gene
  • Sweet morpheus
  • Song of siren
  • Belladonna & aconite
  • Rune
  • May the circke be open
  • Supernature
  • Fey
  • Dark mother
  • Burning times
  • Eternity
  • Star child
  • Wounded
  • Fire of love
  • Star of Venus
  • Whore of heaven
  • Losowe utwory

    Ice cold man

    Vampires of this earth hungry dying of thirst,
    lifeblood in short supply
    black skies red watching eye
    burning into demise,
    as all slowly dies
    seeds of man s decay have
    grown to take away
    the sacred gi´ft of life
    mother nature cires...

    Stranger in my own grave

    The winds sweet melody was woven around my house
    I found myself unable to breathe
    so I went out and faced the windy summer
    leafs were dancing upon my feet
    I saw the sun dying in the evening
    black blood was turning the day...

    This side

    One day you ll see her and you ll know what I mean.
    Take her or name her, she will still be the same.
    She ll not try to buy you with her time.
    Nothing s the same as you will see when she s gone.

    Whatever it is

    Whatever it is, whatever it is

    Just the other day I was thinkin of you
    The way ya make me feel is just so damn good
    Starin at your picture, of you look so fine
    When you love me down you just take your time

    BRIDGE:
    Is it your touch that brings me
    Shivers when...

    Sweet afton

    Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
    Flow gently, I ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
    My Mary s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

    Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro the glen,

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