Strophe: a FAlone he sits an abandoned man upon an oaken thronea C GPresiding over this conflict that chills him to the bonea For each word of peace that4s been spoken
F d Is a thorn stuck in his sidea G FAnd his pain bears witness to the foolness of mankind
What hope for a king, with no kingdom to rule? His children desert him, regard him as a fool
They are bonded to progress, the plough and the scythe
That lay waste and leave barren, what beauty survives
Refrain: G a C e In the name of freedom let the Hymn to Pan be sung
F G a
It4s just a chapter of a time to come
Strophe: These legends of power and glory suffice
For these yesterday-heroes who lived out their lives
Chained by conformity, hatred and greed
And told to believe, they don4t want to be free
Refrain: Strophe: There are men among us prepared to face the fight
Who4ll stand by their convictions against overwhelming might
Do not hide like cowards and await the bitter end
Take your courage in both hands and join with me my friends
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