Children of the night
come play
Hidden from the light
of day
 Night draws near, the moon shall say
its' poem before dread dawn

You, long of nail
and leathery wings
Horn and tail
are called to sing
Your shapes beyond imagining
-come sing our sacred songs-

I know that you are kin of mine,
with teeth so sharp, and eyes that shine

From bog, from wood,
from shadows come
The darkness good
calls "Day is done!"
Won't reveal us to anyone;
the cloak wherein we hide

Gone is the shame
they'd make us bare
pursuit, and pain
their ugly stare
Oh glory! To see everywhere
the naked beauty shown outside!

Reveal yourselves, as kin of mine!
Cast off the masks! The hour is thine!

Monsters, this world calls us still
and awful falls
their baneful will
What they can't understand, they kill
All we, who've had to pay:

For few there are
not paid the cost
in wound and scar
and kinsmen lost
and dear ones on the bonfires tossed
our legacy burned away

I know they are no kin of mine, 
with shriveled hearts, and eyes so blind

Who have we caused evil?
In the end 
the word of people
shall condemn
and who shall we call friend,
we children of a different flesh?

Let hooves, and horns
be hidden now
Let Ash and thorn
lend shielding bough
until these others learn, somehow
-we hurt, we bleed just like the rest

Oh, children, kin of Father Pan!
Hide from the wicked monster, man!