Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles 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...