"A Satyr am I," (The Horns of Rustic Pan are my Crown).

Pans horns and strong phallasus...
Bring your animalistic lust but no
malice, please...

Cause we're all here to enjoy each
other, harmoniously

Nymphs and Satyrs...

Beings of Nature, revelling in their
fleshly incarnation

Gaia I praise thee for the awareness
of my carnality and that you have
given me a body made for pleasure

With the other creatures of this earth
I will willfully endeavour to fulfill all
that you have endowed me with

Lust, copulation, self-gratification;
gratuitously, eternally

And when, in my hand my pan flute
I do lay and you, blow out on it a melody
so sensually, before me in the sinsuality
of sexual compulsion you will comply

The Gods wanted to co-mingle with
one another so they created
beautiful vessels in which they could
act out their desires

We Bless that which is Higher

To all, "Blessed Be, "