Guide your loyal sons and daughters.
Darkest night and shining moon.
Strenghten our song and tune.
Standing in the moonlight there,
With stars under the horn and hair.
And through the misty night forlorn
Shines his crown from horn.
Green lord, horned one on this Samhain,
Let us be born again!
Holy fire, Blessed Waters!
Guide your loyal sons and daughters!