The Call Of The Wood

Beyond the valley of the silence<br>along the paths of ancient knowledge<br>led from the dense odours of the wind.<br>You will find yourself in the holy wood<br>consecrated to the primordial gods.<br>Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian`s mass<br>celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og great mother moon.<br>Ishtar, Astarte, Inanna, let me feed at your breast<br>let me celebrate the fertile union of the horned god<br>with the pure white goddess.<br>Follow the call of the wood.<br>Follow the voice of the god.<br><br>Celebrate in the Nemeton with red candles<br>and autumnal flowers on the stone altar.<br>Dress yourself with the sky in the magic circle<br>and purify yourself with the sacred incense of Cernunnos.<br><br>Bless me mother, `cause I am your son.<br>Blessed be my eyes, therefore I can find your way.<br>Blessed be my nose, therefore I can breath your essence.<br>Blessed be my mouth, therefore I can talk about you.<br>Blessed be my chest, therefore I can be faithful to you.<br>Blessed be my ancestry, therefore I can give life to men and women.<br>as you gave life to the universe.<br>Blessed be my feet, therefore I can follow your way.<br><br>Let the last smoke disappear carried from the wind.<br>Rise your eyes full of astral energy<br>and look at the crow that will lead your return to silence.<br>Let the night fall down on you<br>as the death curtain falls down on life.<br><br>You`ll be reborn...<br><br>(to be continued...)