Moonbeam Stone Circle

The leaves are dancing the autumn waltz

The smell of the coming rain

Delivered by the wind that breathes through the trees

The forest is alive, and slowly comes the night

The branches are following me

In frightening twirls they take me

As we fall in the dark

Oh in the name of the burning fire

Oh in the name of the stag and the wolf

Here I invoke thee, Guardian of the Grove

Listen my prayer

Oh in the name of the burning fire

Oh in the name of the yew and oak

Here I invoke thee, Goddess of the Moon

Listen my prayer

As I call your name the woods are leaving me be

And I find myself right under a moonbeam

By the flames that burneth bright

I commence my rite

I offer thee my sacrifice

The broad white moon slowly climbs and then silently cries

Horn and hoof are the goat-foot God

Come where the dances trod

Moonlit sky, on dusky hill

When the haunted wood is bushed, forgotten and still

In fiery flame by starlight pale

In shadowy host that rides the gale

Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea

By the standing stone and the twisted tree

I am a hawk on the cliff, I am a hill of poetry

I am a ruthless boar

I am a wave on the sea

We light the sky aflame

We are the sky in flames

We burn you at the stake

We are the, the wicker men