— O Pan! Io Pan!Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,I am a man:Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,O Pa
— O Pan! Io Pan!Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,I am a man:Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,O Pan! Io Pan!Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awakeIn the grip of the snake.The eagle slashes with beak and claw;The gods withdraw:The great beasts come. Io Pan! I am borneTo death on the hornOf the Unicorn.I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!I am thy mate, I am thy man,Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.With hoofs of steel I race on the rocksThrough solstice stubborn to equinox.And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rendEverlasting, world without end,Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,In the might of Pan.Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!Aleister Crowley — Hymn to Pan (The Equinox, Volume III, Number 1, 1919) -- source link