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