Whispers carried on the breeze
The horned god was stalking through the trees
The young lord was chanting ancient lore
Invoking the gods that came before
Speak your name again
Oh great god pan
Reveal dark truths to me
Speak your name again
Oh great god pan
Show me strange mysteries
Speak your name again
Unlock the door
In the woodlands of his god
The frith where built his sacred lodge
In honour of the mighty faun
The piper at the gates of dawn
Speak your name again
Oh great god pan
Reveal dark truths to me
Speak your name again
Oh great god pan
Show me strange mysteries
Seeking archaic gods
The long lost ancient ones
Seeking archaic gods
Dark secrets at the lodge
Hold his statue high
"Highgates!" the pagans cried
Hold the statue high
And danced long through the night
Io Pan! Io Pan!
Pan! Pan!
Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan!
Pan! Pan!
Io Pan!
But the gods could not share the villagers souls
And Christ usurped the horned god of old
The vicar, he took the idol and laid
Old pan to rest in an unmarked grave