He holds a twisted torc in his hand,
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the forests are his ruling land.
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"Great god Cernunnos, return to Earth again,
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come at my call and show thyself to men,
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sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way,
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lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day".
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the Horned God is our nature deity,
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yet modern man would from his presence flee.
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"Forgotten are the ways of sleep and night,
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men seek for them, whose eyes have lost the light,
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open the door, the door that hath no key,
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the door of dreams, wereby men come to thee".
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Sheperd of goats, O answer unto me!
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The summerlands is where we shall meet thee.
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To invoke thee...
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The Horned God.
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To Invoke The Horned God
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| Cruachan |
