[Music:Palubicki]

[Lyrics:Helmkamp 5/95]



I who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body weary of empty clasp

Give me the sign of the Open Eye

And the token erect of thorny thigh

And the word of madness and mystery

Scapegoat



I am a man

Do as thou wilt as a great god can

I am awake

In the grip of the snake

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The gods withdraw

The great beasts come

Scapegoat



Goat of thy flock I am gold I am god

Flesh to thy bone-flower to thy rod

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter



With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox

All-devourer-all-begetter



And I rave

And I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting-world without end

Scapegoat



[from "Hymn to Pan" by Aleister Crowley]