Hear my pray for all tormented creatures
Here's my soul, i give it back to the old gods
Grant us your help
And break the heart
Of our foes!
You, ancient shepherd, who dwells in the forest
In the hour of need, we call for thee
You, who posses the power to spread panic,
Stand by our side, blind their mind,
Make them flee!
Make them flee!
Invoking the terror born of a magic song,
Brave turns into coward, spread chaos in their ranks
Pan, god of fear, we honour your name,
Inspire panic in the heart of enemies!
Inspire panic in the heart of enemies!
Hear my pray for all tormented creatures
Here's my soul, i give it back to the old gods
To the dreaded sound of your flute
Heroes drop their weapons, fright shivers up their spines
“Pound - Pan helping us - Persia to dust,
and, under the deep, Whelm her away”
Let your influence break their lines
Set their army in ruins,
Let the Gods hear their cries
And as victory will be ours this day
“Rejoice we conquer”
Let the message be heard
Carried home
Invoking the terror born of a magic song,
Brave turns into coward, spread chaos in their ranks
Pan, god of fear, we honour your name,
Inspire panic in the heart of enemies!
Inspire panic in the heart of enemies!
„Run, Pheidippides, one race more!
the meed is thy due!
'Athens is saved, thank Pan,' go shout!
"He flung down his shield,
Ran like fire once more …
and the space 'twixt the Fennel-field …
Till in he broke: "Rejoice, we conquer!"
Like wine thro' clay,
Joy in his blood bursting his heart,
he died
the bliss!”
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