Hymn to Pan (исполнитель: Dødsengel)
by Sir Aleister Crowley Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man! My [bad word] careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io [bad word] over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards. On a milk white [bad word] [bad word] over the sea To me, to [bad word] with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and [bad word] with Artemis, silken shod. And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God. In the moon of the woods. on the marble mount. The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine. the scarlet snare. The soul that startles in eyes of blue To Watch thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain [bad word] over the sea. (Io Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me My man! My man! [bad word] with [bad word] sounding shrill Over the hill! [bad word] with [bad word] low muttering From the [bad word] with flute [bad word] with pipe! I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp. Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp [bad word] [bad word] I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom. [bad word] the sword through the galling fetter, All devourer, all-begetter: Give me the sign of the Open Eye. And the token erect of thorny thigh. And the word of madness and mystery. Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can. Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! I am awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw: The gods withdraw: The great [bad word] Io Pan! I am borne To death on the horn of the unicorn. I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! I am thy mate, I am thy man. Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am God. Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hooves of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave: and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting world without end. Mannikin, maiden, maenad. man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!