We gather within the bounds of this circle

This our Holy Kindred

And our home and hall

United in commitment to our people.

Now as in ancient times

We pay honor to our gods and goddesses

And to our ancestors and fellow Kinsmen all

Through this gathering

The secret wisdom of

The old ones lives on

The spirit of Creation

That first brought order

Out of chaos

And grave form to this

Our universe and the Nine Realms

Still lives with us and through us.

In this circle now

We welcome the guests of our Kindred

As we lift this horn of fellowship

May this mead that we share

Serve as a bond of our friendship

And as a token of welcome into this gathering.

 

Pass Horn to guest