Goat Worship

Freezing silence from the forest, the stench of crime Seizure of the moment and human sacrifice Goat figured he came forth, of myths nostalgic Satanically supreme, the great pan The time of dusk, darkness now is rising And the outcasts of the day Lucifer's, the poet now awake Ironically and with a pale, tormented, blood red glance They outstare a yellow moon rising And the specters of the night live again The gladiators, the hanged and the conspirators And he, standing in the center of the temple In the middle of the enormous bloodstain On the pedestal of the altar Goat figured, Satanically supreme He glorifies the time of the sacrifice Of noble instincts and violence He, the eternal governor The Great Pan