White Magic Studio

I’m the Horned God
I’m the face
In the trees

I’m the breath
Of the wind
That rustles
The leaves

I’m the Green Man
In the wildwood
I roam

Cernunnos
I’m Pan
And I’m Herne

Horned Stag, Run Through the Wood,
The Wood of Gold and Green
Lead Us Down the Ancient Path
To Mysteries Unseen

Horned Stag, Run Through the Wood,
The Wood Both New and Old
Teach Us of the Ancient Ways
Your Wisdom to Unfold

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.