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From the Arcadian forest

On this winter day

Ceremonies shall begun

In the name of Pan

Mortals try to wake their souls

Dancing round the blazing firestorm

Through the darkened forest

Beyond where mountains lie

The circle dance for Pan

The great Pan will come tonight

Here o doksasmene

Pou akouses to kalesma mas

ela na dosis ke pali

noima sti zoi ke stin pisti

Oh, great Pan

Bless us

In your name we stand

Give us thy power

The blasphemers will feel our anger

And the axe

We drink with you the wine of life

As it slowly ends

We leave our bodies on the ground

And our spirits fly

Please forgive all of our sins

We have made in our lives

Make our souls as pure as the starlight of the night