An Unsung Lament

Weaving threads at dawn is the silence around With the golden light, morning and harmony comes The singing wind seeks Pan, awakening him Rays from his eyes will guide the sun to find everything Upon the dewy grass (deep inside the forest) Alone he will pass (there are poems that no one is able to find) Breathing the colours and let them ascend to the sky Upon the dewy grass (deep inside the forest) Alone he will pass (there are poems that no one is able to find) From the god of the leafy green (in grief I roam the forest, in grief I roam the forest...) Now hear an unsung Lament (in grief I roam the forest, in grief I roam the forest...) What he has told the trees at night (I will preserve the secret, I will preserve the secret...) Morning born he will not tell (I will preserve the secret, I will preserve the secret...) La, la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la Arcadia praise its mountain for him La, la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la Arcadia praise its mountain for him Echoes call (remember, remember) from the battle of Typhon and Zeus, raging within They are drawn to the surface rising (Ah! Remember, what is your fate? Remember) To the glance (remember, remember) to form a view of his own eternity Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass Pointing horns of goat, see them gracing his head Feel the infernal fury of beast and of man Lord of the wild, shepherds and nature unbound Joining the nymphs as spring seduces winter to pass Goddess of the moon, Selene, shines to once again attract him All fertility concealed inside brings fire to ash (Tell me, can you see me by the moonlight, I am yours) In peace for a moment, he is caressing the sky And the flute made in honour of his beloved Syrinx He closes both his eyes Puts down his flute in silence, hearing her voice call unto him Walking in solitude eternal and divine For to venture on alone destined you are Pictures of yesterday, no memories Chase the singing wind tomorrow and another age will trace the sun Pan hear me! I hear you but tell me now When stars begin to falter, where am I as I am not here? Reborn to the human soul