Round and round the faery glade,
Round and round they spin.
Some in wool, some in hemp,
Some in fur and skin.
What a sight would meet your eye,
If you should stumble near.
You'd cast your care onto the wind,
And join them in their sin.
Dance with lust, fire of the believer,
Dance you must, dance with fire and fever.
Naked feet will pound the earth in the dance to him.
Naked hooves will lead the way and draw you closer in.
Breath of Pan, pulse of Pan, guide us in the dance,
Lift your eyes to starry night, and let the Rite begin.
Dance with lust, fire of the believer,
Dance you must, dance with fire and fever.
Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer,
Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever.
Dance with lust, fire of the believer,
Dance you must, dance with fire and fever.
Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer,
Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever.
Dance with lust, fire of the believer,
Dance you must, dance with fire and fever.
Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer,
Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever.
