7. Dance of the Satyr | Lyrics

Coronatus - Dance of the Satyr

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...