Hymn To Pan - Blood Ceremony

If granted license, what would I say?

To gods who thrived in ancients days

Who’ve ruled the earth, the seas, the skies

Now they’ve gone, can anybody say why?

Those few who knew the brightest sun

Is fired with the light of devildom

To the crimson shrine, we’ll find him there

Enter with noose and scarlet snare

Pan, come with pipes and wicked cards

With nymphs and satyrs for thy guards

Io Pan, through forest trees

Through blissful light, Pan, come to me!