Italian Satanists raw fuck in a cornfield

Io pan, io pan, come over the sea, from Sicily and from Arcadia,

roaming as Bacchus, with faunus and pars, and nymphs and satyrs for Thaigars,

on a milk-white ass, come over the sea to me, to me.

Come with Apollo in bridal dress, shepherdess and pitoness,

come with Archimedes, sick and shed, and watch thy white-tide, beautiful god.