Beyond the valley of the silence
along the paths of ancient knowledge
led from the dense odours of the wind
You will find yourself in the holy wood
consecrated to the primordial gods
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass
celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og great mother moon
Ishtar, Astarte, Inanna, let me feed at your breast
let me celebrate the fertile union of the horned god
with the pure white goddess
Follow the call of the wood
Follow the voice of the god

Celebrate in the Nemeton with red candles
and autumnal flowers on the stone altar
Dress yourself with the sky in the magic circle
and purify yourself with the sacred incense of Cernunnos

Bless me mother, 'cause I am your son
Blessed be my eyes, therefore I can find your way
Blessed be my nose, therefore I can breath your essence
Blessed be my mouth, therefore I can talk about you
Blessed be my chest, therefore I can be faithful to you
Blessed be my ancestry, therefore I can give life to men and women
as you gave life to the universe
Blessed be my feet, therefore I can follow your way

Let the last smoke disappear carried from the wind
Rise your eyes full of astral energy
and look at the crow that will lead your return to silence
Let the night fall down on you
as the death curtain falls down on life

You'll be reborn