Beyond the valley of the silence
along the paths of ancient knowledge
led from the dense odours of the wind.
find yourself in the holy wood
consecrated to the primordial gods.
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's
celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og great mother moon.
Ishtar, Astarte, Inanna, let me feed at your breast
celebrate the fertile union of the horned god
with the pure white goddess.
Follow the call of the wood.
Follow the voice of the
Celebrate in the Nemeton with red candles
and autumnal flowers on the stone altar.
Dress yourself with the sky in the
and purify yourself with the sacred incense of Cernunnos.
Bless me mother, 'cause I am your son.
Blessed be my
eyes, therefore I can find your way.
Blessed be my nose, therefore I can breath your essence.
Blessed be my mouth, therefore I can
talk about you.
Blessed be my chest, therefore I can be faithful to you.
Blessed be my ancestry, therefore I can give life to men
as you gave life to the universe.
Blessed be my feet, therefore I can follow your way.
Let the last smoke
disappear carried from the wind.
Rise your eyes full of astral energy
and look at the crow that will lead your return to
Let the night fall down on you
as the death curtain falls down on life.
You'll be reborn...