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1.6 KiB
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58 lines
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_The_Cauldron_Chant_
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by Ammond ShadowCraft
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We form the Circle,
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The Circle most round.
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We form the Chalice,
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The Chalice now found.
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We call the Goddess,
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to meet the great need.
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We call the God,
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To plant His fertile seed.
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We call the quarters,
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which we call four.
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We summon the powers,
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that contain the force.
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We stir the Cauldron,
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from which we were born.
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We call the Gods,
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from whom we were torn.
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We say the words,
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which lead us round.
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We pass the kiss,
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with our lovers found.
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We face our dreams,
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in nights psychic flight.
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We face our hopes,
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in bright moon of the night.
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We face our fears,
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on the Dark Lords Horn.
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We face our failure,
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in the Mothers new planted corn.
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We live our lives,
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druming and dancing on the meadow.
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We confront our Death,
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in the dancing moon light shadow.
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Our paths run quickly,
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on fleet foot and wing.
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Our Circle is joyous,
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with our Queens and our Kings.
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Let our little Circle be happy,
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with Bell, Bowl or Bow.
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And form now this Circle,
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with gracious Love, Joy and Hope.
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BLESSED BE
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