The Call

Come
Come from the night
Come from the sea
With all the nymphs and satyrs
It's on me, on me
Oh, precious God
Existence aesthetics
Oh, Pan
Come
Strong as a Lion
Slender as a Serpent
Give me the opened eye Sign
And the word of madness and mystery
Come
With flute and fife
Whirling and smiling
Diving into the universe
Oh, eternal lust and dance
I'm a man in the force of Pan
Oh, Pan