Wicca, Wiccan Magick, Witchcraft, and Magic Spells

The Charge of the Horned God
To listen to the words of God with horns,

The guard of all the wild things and release, and keeps doors of the death, of which the call all must answer:

I am fire in your heart… The desire of your heart. I am the hunter of knowledge and the researcher of holy research; I which stand in the darkness of the light; I am him that you called Death. I am the husband and companion of it which we adore, let us call ahead with me.

To observe my liked call, to come to me and to learn the secrecies from dead and peace. I am the corn with the harvest and the fruit on the trees. I am him which carries out you house. The plague and the flame, the blade and blood those are mine and of the gifts to the thee.

To call with me in the wild forest and on the naked top and to seek me in the luminous darkness. I which was called; The pan, Herne, Osiris, and Hades, speak with the thee in research thy. Come the dance and sing; come from phase and the smile, for see: it is my worship.

You are my children and I am father thy. On the fast wings of night it is me which extend you to the feet of the mother to be Rene and to still turn over.

Thou which thinks to seek me, know that I am the untamed wind, the fury of give the attack to and passion in your heart. To seek me with the pride and humility, but to better seek me with the love and the force.

For this is my way, and I do not like weak and apprehensive one. To hear that my to invite long nights and us of winter will be held together keeping its ground as it sleeps.