Hymn To Herne

You can say your prayers, work your rites
 Burn your little candles day and night
 You can shimmy 'til dawn to the pounding drums
 But you best be ready when the Horned One comes, yeah
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 If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
 You dance a ring in the gathering storm
 If the Solstice time gets your panties in a wad
 It's just the coming of the Horned God
 He will call you out, make you sweat
 Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
 So revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One
 Hunter who tracks outside of time
 Guardian lord of ancient rhyme
 Brother stag in the musky glen
 Consort of the Goddess in her woodland den
 We call you forth as we make our way
 Walking in your power every day
 Guide us true in our hunt this night
 And maybe even later in the Great Rite
 He will call you out, make you sweat
 Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
 So revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One
 (Blessed are the children of the Horned One)
 If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
 If you dance a ring in the gathering storm
 Go revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
 But you'd best be ready, little one
 You'd best be ready when the Horned One comes
 He's gonna call you out, make you sweat
 Give you a blessing that you'll never forget
 So revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One
 Blessed are the children of the Horned One