Now at the crown of the year the decadent days of October I come to thee without fear Pious chaste and sober Hear me Lord of the Stars! Hear me O lilywhite goat! Hear me Mighty Pan! I come to Thee come to Thee crying Hear me Lord of the Stars! for thee Ive worshipped ever with stains and sorrows and scars with joyful endeavour Here in the dusty air I build thee a shrine of yew all green is the garland I wear but I feed it with blood for dew ! La luna ambrosia risplende Oscura sinistra e potente
thee, hear, risplende, potente, sinistra