When all the world has gone to sleep
The fairies from the forest creep
From out 'the wild wood comes the call:
"The dance is life ... the dance is all ..."
An ancient forest beckons me
To run skyclad amongst the trees
This band of pagans cannot wait
with you, tonight, to celebrate.
Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, has spoke:
"Come join us for some pagan folk!"