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