The World Begins.

The rhythm stirs from the air.

In the light of the fires glare.

A sound in the trees.

Rhythm on the breeze.



Reflected faces from the fire.

Notes from the Lyre.

Sounds from when the world was young

Sounds from the days when life was fun



Let me weave music of your dreams.

As the last light of day gleams.

The first beat of the rite.

Too late for flight.



Dance as you will.

To start just for the thrill.

Dance as you must.

With fire and lust.



The flames the colour of blood.

Our feet beat in the mud.

The hot flames of sexual lust. Love in the dust.



Fire of the believer

The air get heavier.

Round and round we spin.

It is a time to forget the worlds sin.



The old one joins the dance.

As we enter the trance.

He is the Beast.

Come to join the feast.



Music the weaver.

All thoughts a fever.

lost in the trance.

lost in the dance.



Horns on the Goat.

Hooves on the Goat.

Naked feet pound the earth.

A time of rebirth.



Hooves will lead the way.

In the dances sway.

Dance to him.

As the stars start to dim.



Let us take your pain to keep.

As we leap.

Let us take your soul.

For that is our role.



The first rays of a new day.

Bring a new way.

The dance tells nature of its rebirth

Refreshing the world and earth.