When all the world has gone to sleep
The hunters to the forest creep
From out 'the wild [bad word] the call:
"The hunt is life ... the hunt is all ..."

An ancient forest beckons me
 [bad word] skyclad amongst the trees
My lusty spear, it cannot wait
The gentle deer to penetrate

Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he [bad word] 
 [bad word] join us for the Wylde Hunt! ..."