Dance of the Satyr

Coronatus

Deep in the woods lies a gladem
Green and bright, wonderful,
Gentle light, bleaks through leaves,
Mellow shades, mask a shape,
of a wild

    
It's the dance of the satyr
It's the dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr

    
All around this fine glade,
Moves his hooves, shaked his horns,
To a tune, of a flute,
Audibly, only to
Creatures of other worlds

    
Fast move his hips,
Spins around, cross the glade,
Prance in rut, bounce in heat,
To the beat, of the tune,
of a wild
It's the dance of the satyr...