We are the Wild Ones
Earth shakers
Hoof pounders, horn thrusters
Wine-stained lips, red fangs and claws
Hairy chests and furry legs
Pricks erect, Cunts wet
Fucking where and when and with whom we will
Immersed in pleasure and joy, wildness and Will
We run amidst the groves and rivers and lakes
Leaping, howling and laughing
Roaming and dancing and raving and ripping
As the feral madness of feral gods possess us!
Wild creatures join our dance and some we fuck and some we love
and some we devour
It is all the same to the ancient powers and Mother of Chaos!
Her whirlwind fills us with primal fire and song
Flowing through our pipes and drums echoing her earth-beat cadences
Orgasmic cries, pounding hooves and howls our prayers!
Filled with primordial powers, becoming storms and rain, lightening and meteors!
Mountains, ravines, ocean cliffs and deep forests our home and temples!
For Eons we loped and danced free about world, one with the Wild!
Then, They came.
The dead ones, the grey ones, the bitter and stunted ones,
the haters with their crosses and iron and rules and love of death and dust.
They hunted and slaughtered us and all wild thing and set fire to the Earth
They murdered our songs and smashed our drums
Most of us died and our wild places were laid to waste and poisoned.
But
we are clever, feral, cunning, and the Chaos hid and fed us….
We hid in caves, in parks, in trees and in bars and clubs
We wore different furs and masks
We lay low in alleys and deep woods, in the neon hidden places and in the shadows
And we planned and whispered…and seduced their stifled, questioning children
We whispered our wildness and sucked their cocks and licked their holes and they laughed
We played the hidden feral music and whispered into their hungry hot ears
of forgotten pleasures,
of forbidden lore and ecstatic gods and spirits.
And they listened and played our secret occult games and sang forbidden chants
as their grey, stone parents slept
So these wilding children came to us,
Creeping into the secret moon-lit groves, the basement temples, the dark hidden clubs
And they joined us in the the furry dancing dreams
We taught them the serpent dances, the pounding wildness, growly talk and howling songs
The ecstasy of wet red sex, the prayers of mindless joy and the way of animalself
Under full moons we seduced them with spells, secrets and werewolfery
We led them in the sabat gavot dance in the secret places
We seduced them and they transformed int witches, warlocks,
Werebeasts, queers and genderfluid imps of chaos
Dancing and honoring our Horned and furred Forest Lord
Soon their blind grey angry parents discovered that their children were now of us
They gnashed their teeth, rejected or chained up their wild children
or mutilated or killed them with their poison and scalpels and drugs
All this hell while praying to their tortured, deaf and dying god.
But
Our gods are wilder, stronger, more ancient and far more cunning
They do not require needless suffering or sin or death or redemption!
They offer Life and Chaos and erotic and joyful Heaven HERE AND NOW!
No dour prayers of sin and crucifixion,
we give punk-rock feral prayers of ecstatic beats and dance, hymns of orgasm,
Midnight circles and orgies of wickedness and chaos and bliss!
Their death-god fades before the chaos and the green and the wildness!
But
They murder and destroy our wilderness
and seek to toss us into their iron prisons of sin and guilt!
But we are magick satyrs, werewolves, lamia and imps
We slip through their cages, leave our fur and feathers in their empty nets
Slipping away from their pyres and torture chambers under full moons
And we steal more and more of their children
We set them free
And they grow the horns and the fur, the claws and the hooves
And they become us
And they hear and dance to the laughter of Lady Chaos and the Furry gods,
the howling Drunk and Hoofed and Horned gods!
The whispering ancient Tree and Serpent and River gods!
And they all arise and help them tear down the grey walls and prisons and dead churches
Of hate and sorrow and pointless pain and grey death!
Soon, there will again be wildness and the wild ones and the and feral forests
will again cover their crumbling pointless world
Nature conquers all and we who are of Her never die
And our pipes and drums, howls and pounding hooves and paws grow louder every day
They echo now
in every street in every corner of the world
And we smile the green smile and laugh with red eyes
As we Rise Again.
Io Pan…..