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Cryptic twilight, mist of dusk

Exalted winter’s freezing crown

Invades the forest, realm of Satyrs…

From deep within the oaken heart

The Horned God quits his slumber

And brooding silence shrouds the vale…

“Arise resurgent o God of yore, rich be thy altars once again with offerings of blood and more… Awaken o sceptered Emperor arcane, lead us back to thy mystical domain!”

Horned God, king amid the trees

Bless this land: woods and flowing streams!

Cernunnos hunter in the wild

Hail our God, the Horned One!

“Concealed within the deepest grove of ash and yew and holy oak, white clad pagans dance round the blazing fire. Silver bells chime throughout the sylvan kingdom, stirred by a fairy wind. An ovation of hymns travels the midnight breeze, whispering of ancient dreams… And there, in splendor unveiled and radiant, the Horned God Cernunnos is enthroned.”

Horned God, king amid the trees

Bless this land: woods and flowing streams!

Cernunnos hunter in the wild

Hail our God, the Horned One!