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Lyrics
He holds a twisted torque in his hands
The forests are his ruling lands.
Great God Cernnunos, 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
But modern man would from his presence flee.
Stolen are the ways of sleep and night
Men seek for them
who's eyes have lost the light.
Open the door, the door hath no key
The door of dreams whereby men come to thee
Shepherd of goats oh answer unto me
In the summerlands is were