| The leaves are dancing the autumn waltz
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| The smell of the coming rain
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| Delivered by the wind that breathes through the trees
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| The forest is alive, and slowly comes the night
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| The branches are following me
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| In frightening twirls they take me as we fall in the dark
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| Oh, in the name of the burning fire
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| Oh, in the name of the stag and the wolf
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| Here I invoke thee, Guardian of the grove
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| Listen my prayer
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| Oh, in the name of the burning fire
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| Oh, in the name of the yew and oak
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| Here I invoke thee, Goddess of the Moon
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| Listen my prayer
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| As I call your name the woods are leaving me be
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| And I find myself right under a moonbeam
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| By the flames that burneth bright
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| I commence my rite
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| I offer thee my sacrifice
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| The broad white moon slowly climbs and then silently cries
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| Horn and hoof are the goat-foot god
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| Come where the dances trod
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| Moonlit sky, on dusky hill
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| When the haunted wood is bushed, forgotten and still
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| Cernunnos — faunus — karnayna — khnum
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| In fiery flame by starlight pale
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| In shadowy host that rides the gale
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| Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea |