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Old Hornie:
All wise, twisted, crooked horned God. Father over Night and thou who art equal to fate herself. Grow forth as ye hear the summons to arms. Hear the Sacred Bell, and look upon our art. Grief I suffer, pain have I without thee. Superior Lord, therefore be this night together with Thy loved gathering. Bless our lives and the Sacred Bread with love, might and wisdom. May I thrive. Great Mercy.
Robert Cochrane (1931-1966)
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