Invocation of the Horned God

By the flame that burneth bright,
O’ Horned One.
I call thy name into the night,
O’ Ancient One.
Thee we invoke, by moonless sea,
By standing stone and twisted tree.
Thee I invoke where gather thine own,
By the nameless shrine, forgotten and alone.
Come where the round of the dance is trod,
Horn and hoof of the Goat-foot God.
By moonlit meadow, on dusky hill.
When the haunted wood is hushed and still.
Come to the charm of the chanted prayer,
As the moon bewitches the midnight air.
Invoke thy powers, that potent bide.
In shining stream and secret tide.
In fiery flame by star light pale,
In shadowy hast that rides the gale.
And by the fern-brakes fairy-haunted,
Come. Come.
To the heart-beats drum.
Come to us who gather below,
When the broad white moon is climbing slow.
Through the stars to Summerlands height,
We hear the hoofs on the wind of the night.
As black-tree branches shake and sigh,
By joy and terror we know tee neigh.
I speak the spell thy power unlocks, at Solstices, sabbats and the Equinox.