Penny Whistle lyrics

I'm the last of the kind of the great pipers bastard son of the great god pan Come to a forest with a cold north wind you might hear my penny-whistle sing I've travelled the world for hundreds of years and I sure know what's going on I've been to caves and mountaintops today the nature is not too strong The cancer be eaten by a giant worm death being spread everywhere now is the time we shall have our revenge and take the final share I'm the last of the kind of the great pipers bastard son of the great god pan No more forest but a cold north wind can hear no penny-whistle sing.