Cernunnos

Jack of the green
Man of the wild
Every creature is your child

Spirit of scale, feather, and fur
The depths of our souls, you do stir
Calling forth o'er wooded glen
Returning our essences to the wild again

He who has been called Cernunnos, Pan, and Herne
We feel your call as seasons turn
Just as without winter there can be no Spring
You taught us that from even blight and frost - hope will still ring

For all things come in cyclical turn
The stagnant will die and through you return
Reborn a new - like the vine and the grain
Still, dying will always be humanity's bane

We call you forth with pride and humility, love and strength
From your endless knowledge we shall happily drink
Great solar God who shines with beautiful light
You guide in the bright of day and the hunts of night

Hail and welcome - we sing unto you!
Great Lord Cernunnos let the cycle begin anew!