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