Текст песни: Hymn to Herne + перевод

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

If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn

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!

Hunter who tracks outside of time

Guardian lord of ancient rhyme

Brother stag in the musky glen

And 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!

If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn

Dance a ring in

The gathering storm

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 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!

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