| 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!" |
