"IO Pan! The fertile tide, the Nature Spirit, gather thy nymphs and satyrs and come unto me, great Bacchus!I invoke thee!O Horned One, Black Goat, I invoke thee!God of Lust, God of Fertile Soils, I invoke thee!O Great Pan, frolicking in the myst, thy horns thrust, may you come unto me in trust!Come with flute and pipe, for the ground of my soul is ripe,O Great Pan, illuminate my being with your essence, and bring forth the sorcerous impulse from out of the Abyss!Fill me with thy lustful radiance, that I may I know thy inspiration,Pan, I invoke thee!IO Pan, IO Pan!Come unto me, ensorcel me in thy rapture, fill this void of consciousness without banter,For I am Bacchus, I am the Horned One, I am born assunder as Pan!With racing hooves, through frozen woods, I clasp this pipe of reed, I am the god of fertile and magickal need!I am Pan!From in the forests of Arcadia - I come unto thee!I am Pan!My Spirit enfleshed, within nature they find me best,Out of writhsome lust, I manifest, I am Pan! God made flesh! "

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