Paroles de 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