KAIO

Like the volcano that awakes from deep slumber spewing forth sweet Ichor in orgasmic fury Creating great mountains in it’s path, laying to waste and filling the valley, So are you, great and powerful Kabiri, Creators of inexpressable beauty and Ruthless destroyers, feared even by the gods

And lo, by your hand arose the human race Endowed with these same powers Both creators and destroyers For you evoked us from your own source From the bowels of the earth did we not spring ?

Oh Great Phanae Gods, we are one, for you are within us all, Like dormant volcanoes waiting to erupt Ichor, the blood of our Mother Gaia, flows as burning lava through our veins.

Blood is blood, brothers and sisters, As little boy kings playing in mother’s garden, Let us take to dance, in Bacchic celebration, Igniting our blood in our blissful frenzy And so awake the volcano within us.