Panic Hymn

Lamb of the lamp, I am new, I am white,
Branch of the vine, lit by the light,
With milky teeth to grit in aggression
Grinding the equinox along the procession
Manful and milling and mourning and mum
Enlivened to life of a world yet to come
Keeping the watch with sober-sand eyes
Watching the keep for the father of lies
And I chant the Great Pan is Dead!
The Great God Pan is Dead!