The Pythia's Pale Wolves lyrics

Our proud arkadia celebrates tonight All cities ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes Zeus burn my mind! Sing, priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zeus punish me! Dance, priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O pythia, pour it all over me