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By the flame that burneth bright,
O'Horned One!
We call thy name into the night,
O'Horned 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 shrine forgotten and lone.
Come where the round of the dance is trod,
Horn and hoof of the goatfoot
God!
By moonlit meadow, on dusky hill,
When 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 fern-brakes fairy-haunted
Of
forests wild and woods enchanted.
Come! Come!
To the heart-beats drum!
Come to us who gather below
When the
broad white moon is climbing slow
Through the stars to the heaven's 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, Sabbat and equinox.
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