The leaves are dancing the autumn waltz
The smell of [bad word] rain
Delivered by the wind that breathes through the trees
The forest is alive, and [bad word] the night

The branches are following me
In frightening twirls they take me as we fall in the dark
Oh in the name of the burning fire
Oh in the name of the stag and the wolf

here I invoke thee, Guardian of the grove
listen my prayer

Oh in the name of the burning fire
Oh in the name of the yew and oak
here I invoke thee, Goddess of the Moon
listen my prayer

As I call your name the woods are leaving me be
And I find myself right under a moonbeam

By the flames that burneth bright
 [bad word] my rite
I offer thee my sacrifice
The broad white moon slowly climbs and then silently cries

Horn and hoof are the goat-foot god [bad word] where the dances trod
Moonlit sky, on dusky hill
When the haunted wood is bushed, forgotten and still

CERNUNNOS - FAUNUS - KARNAYNA - KHNUM

In fiery flame, by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale,
Thee we invoke by the moon-led sea,
By the standing stone and the twisted tree.
I am a hawk on the cliff, I am a hill of poetry
I am [bad word] boar, I am a wave on the sea.

We light the sky aflame,
We are the sky in flames
We burn you at the stake
We are the, the Wicker men.