As the sun God descends his throne
gives reign over to the crone
I pray thee sorrow take your leave
from mine house and me.
Lord Donn I beseech you
grant passage to your hall
the dead spirit's I sustain
grant passage to them all...
All within the good earth sleeps
and gentle Mother does retreat
to her chamber in the mound
to rest with the Maiden soft and sound.
Queen of Spirits I do seek
a pathway to your Cauldron
of Rebirth. I beckon thee
choose me when all is done...
The veils between the worlds are thin.
Hearken to the whispering din
of honored Ancestors and the Sidhe,
who bless us with their memory.
Ancient heroes of mine folk
the way is clear to mine door.
Enter and impart to me
your wisdom, I implore...
Let the year pass this night
and with the morrow's dawning light
may spirit's both alive and dead
walk in peace in the year ahead.
