Beltaine

Underneath the neolithic sky; Where the beasts are so proud to die Across the sea of a million dreams Where nothing is as it once seemed I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel Here comes the long-dead god Back from the years in exile Here comes the wild Pagan heart And the May Queen sings her song; For her consort who is gone Children mourn the loss of Pan Whom Death banished from this land I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel Here comes the long-dead god Back from the years in exile Here comes the wild Pagan heart It has been two thousand years The earth is soaked with blood and tears The once-great Lord of the Hunt lies slain His bride's a-burning in the flame Mother Earth lies raped and poisoned The final day draws ever closer To a time of ice and fire She shall be a funeral pyre I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel Here comes the long-dead god Back from the years in exile Here comes the wild Pagan heart I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel Here comes the long-dead god Back from the years in exile

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026

Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer And grant me to live, and to love as you do May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air To cast off it's shroud and reveal your dark truths Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure We welcome your fresh silver light Though deceit may be hid in your innocent lure The love of the Huntress is right Your light is shining on your children in the night No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold Moon Mother, so full is your milk-white breast So safe are your warm open arms 'Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests; In the radiant pool of your calm The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane The Others are under your power Though there's death behind both of your ebony gates The gift of new life is your flower Your light is shining on your children in the night No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer And grant me to live, and to love as you do May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air To cast off it's shroud and reveal your dark truths Your light is shining on your children in the night No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold Your light is shining on your children in the night No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026