"By the flame that burneth bright,
O Horned One
!
We call thy name
into the night,
O Ancient One
!
Thee we invoke by
the Moon-led sea,
By the standing
stone and the twisted tree.
Thee we invoke,
where gather Thine own.
By the nameless
shore, forgotten and lone.
Come where the round
of the dance is trod,
Horn and Hoof of
the Goat Foot God !
By moonlit meadow,
on dusky hill,
Where the haunted
wood is hushed and still,
Come to the charm
of the chanted prayer,
As the Moon bewitches
the midnight air.
Evoke thy powers
that potent bide
In shining stream
and the secret tide,
In fiery flame by
starlight pale,
In shadowy host
that rides the gale.
And by the ferndrakes,
faerie haunted,
Of forests wild
and woods enchanted.
Come, O Come
!
To the heartbeat's
drum !
Come to us who gather
below,
When the broad white
Moon is climbing slow.
Through the stars
to the heavens' height,
We hear thy hoofs
on the wind of night !
As black tree branches
shake and sigh,
By joy and terror
we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell
thy power unlocks,
At Solstice Sabbath
and Equinox !"
