Slain In the Spirit

Bull-faced, primeval, thrice-born

I call upon the Bacchic lord

Howling, ineffable, pure...

Infuse my flesh with your form

Dual-natured, wild-hearted, twin-horned

Your furious inspiration devours the mind

For I am an ardour in blood, with might as the vine

Loud-roaring reveller, we are enthused

The breath of the nymph will our passion subdue

Bring ivy-ropes, goatskin and pine

Wage love in the worship of wine

Slain in the spirit that prudence destroyed

Three beings rejoice in the space of one void

Kneeling in prayer, prostrate in trance

Speaking in tongues and submitting in dance

Solo: Naut

Oh entheogenic power

Poured on the breast of the land

Propitious comes

The chemogenesis of man