Текст песни To Invoke the Horned God - Cruachan
He
holds
a
twisted
torc
in
his
hand,
The
forests
are
his
ruling
land.
Great
god
Cernunnos,
return
to
Earth
again,
Come
at
my
call
and
show
thyself
to
men,
Sheperd
of
goats,
upon
the
wild
hills
way,
Lead
thy
lost
flock
from
darkness
unto
day
The
Horned
God
is
our
nature
deity,
Yet
modern
man
would
from
his
presence
flee.
Forgotten
are
the
ways
of
sleep
and
night,
Men
seek
for
them,
whose
eyes
have
lost
the
light,
Open
the
door,
the
door
that
hath
no
key,
The
door
of
dreams,
wereby
men
come
to
thee
Sheperd
of
goats,
O
answer
unto
me!
The
summerlands
is
where
we
shall
meet
thee.
To
invoke
thee...
The
Horned
God.
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