Lyrics:

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
Shepherd 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
Shepherd of goats, O answer unto me!
The summerlands is where we shall meet thee
To invoke thee...
The Horned God