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