İtalyan satanistler mısır tarlasında çiğ sikişiyor

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.