Thundering Hooves - Acid Witch

Before the black candles on the altar

The priestess blesses the participants and invokes the great god Pan

The kiss of the beast, the promise of naked bodies

Dedicating themselves to the godhead

Thrill with the pulsing lust of night

O Pan!

Great Pan!

Thunder your hooves to join our rite

O Pan!

Great Pan!

With hooves of steel, brace all the rocks

Through solar solstice to equinox

And rave and rape and rip and rend

Everlasting world without end

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

Power, that which is the flower of lust

Holy and ever blessed

Mighty the thrusting power of his thigh and token erect

Thrice blessed

Soothing rod, the mystery of his love for us

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

Thundering hooves

But the rites of witchcraft go far beyond this point

They express a longing, a desperate nostalgia for the nature of the beast

Which civilized man has left behind him