Oh great Lord of the forests, beast and man,
Shepherd of goats and lord of the land,
I call you to attend my rites,
On this most magical of nights.
God of the wine,
God of the vine,
God of the fields and God of the kine,
Attend my circle with your love
And send your blessings from above.
Help me to heal, help me to feel,
Help me to being forth love and weal.
Be with me as my magic is made.
O great one, Lord Herne,
Horned one of the wilderness,
Winged one of the shining skies,
Rayed one of the splenderous sun,
Fallen one of the Samhain cries-
I call amidst the standing stones
Praying to you, O ancient one,
Will deign to bless my mystic rites.
O fiery lord of the blazing sun.
Ancient god of the forest deeps,
Master of beast and sun,
Here where the world is hushed and sleeps,
Now that the day is done.
I call you in the ancient way,
Here in my circle round.
Asking that you will hear me pray
And send your sun force down.
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