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!
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