Celebrating thee. a drowing down the sun ritual.

Blessed be the feet, that have brought thee in these ways.
Blessed by the knees, that shall kneel at the sacred altar.
Blessed be the phallus, without which we would not be.
Blessed be the brest, formed in strenght.
Blessed be the lips, that shall utter the sacred names.

Deep calls on height, the Golddes on the God,
On him who is the flame that quickens her
That and she may seize the silver reins
And ride as the twin-horses chariot.
Let the hammer strike the anvil,
Let the lighting touch the earth,
Let the Lance esoul the Grail,
Let the magic come to birth.

In her name do I ivoke thee,
Mighty Father of us all.
Lugh, Pan, Belin, Herne, Cernunnos-
Come answer my call!