As was done in the days of the mothers

So is done today.

As was done in the days of the fathers

So is done today.

As was done by the Ancient of Ancients

So be it done today.

Standing at the boundary stone

In the gate of the standing stone

What is before is yet to come

What is behind is done and gone.

Step toward tomorrow

Take hold of what appears

Swiftly sings the sickle

Among the fertile ears

Throw the past behind you

Let go of all your fear

The harvest comes behind you

Let go of all your fear.

Gold from the field, silver from the sea

From the strong comes the sweetness

From the dead comes our meat

We feast with the eaters

Ourselves are the feast

Mother, Father, thee we eat.

It is done today as was done by the mothers.

It is done today as was done by the fathers.

Our children will do as we have done

As was done by the Ancient of Days.