Category Archives: Hymns

Hymn to Hekate and Hermes

Maiden of Three Faces, walking under the veil of Starry Nyx, you do lead the troubled souls to their rightful end.  You who are Bright Shining, carry the torch which illuminates the path to the Underworld.

Gather Your retinue, and with Your hounds, traverse the fields and cities of men, snatching all who would deign to stumble before You, Great Goddess.

O Terrible Hekate, who carries the keys to the crossroads, through which all magic flows, Your power can be both boon and blight upon those who seek for Your knowledge.  But where there is terror, there is also grace, and the desire to heal before the desire to curse.

Yours is the power of Earth and Sea and Sky, all boundless and free, unfettered by the chains of ego, which so commonly binds the will of men.  And Your inheritance is the bright intellect of Phoebe, from whom You descend, which is a beacon for those who, through right action, wish to serve and preserve Your sphere in this world.

Guide us, Hekate, as only You may guide us, for we are but children floating in the grace of the Gods.

And with Your Consort, Winged Hermes, who leads the souls of the contented dead to their rightful end, the balance of the living and the dead is preserved.

Hermes, who is called Psychopompos, shepard of men, and guide of the souls to their place in the Underworld, You are well loved and well respected.  To You do we call for aid when traveling all manner of roads, and it is You who ferries us to safe abodes when Hekate walks the land.

All boundaries are Your domain, and You preside over them with skill and humor, Blessed Hermes.  From the far reaches of outward adventure, to the inner spaces of self-assessment, You are with us in our bewilderment.

From the moment we open our eyes as free beings, blessed with conscious thought, to the moment we take Your hand at the end of our days, Hermes, You are beside us, granting both luck and obstacles to strengthen our steps upon the roads of life.

Hermes of the Ways, Bringer of Luck, Trickster who benefits men with Your wile and daring, be as a kind face, aiding when You can, and teaching all the while of the threats we face as mortals, that we might face them, not with fear coiling in our hearts, but with acceptance and the will to overcome.

Such is Your boon, Patron of Thieves, who judges not the actions of men more than You judge their hearts.  When light ceases to touch our senses, and the deep expanse of death opens before us, we will seek for you, Blessed Hermes.

And if we do not, if we become as the restless dead wandering the roads and the wilds bestowing terror upon all who cross our paths, may we soon find the company of Hekate, Your Consort, for no matter which of You shows us the way, the final road leads to the peace we all seek in life, but may only find in death.

Hail to the Great Gods of the Roads, Guides of Souls, and Companions of Death! Hail to Hekate and Hermes!  Hail and Praise!

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Prometheus peered sullenly through the clouds which obscured His sight, and that of the other Theoi, from the grim reality of the beasts of the Earth. Below the Blessed Gods, all the animals roamed, each with their respective gifts, to allow them the best chances for survival upon Gaea’s breast.

Each creature had its specialty. There were those which flew through the skies, with their hollow bones and feathered bodies; and there were those that swam beneath the many waters, aided by sleek scales and powerful fins. The beasts which roamed the land were of great variety, many with hooves for running, and others with great claws for climbing or rending flesh from bone. Still many were blessed with fangs sharp as swords.

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John Keats, Hymn to Apollo

I love this, but I’m not convinced these are the actual lyrics here being sung. Mostly because I can only make out about twenty percent of what she’s saying. What I can hear doesn’t seem to match what’s consistently been given as the lyrics in every search I’ve performed, so…  oh well?  The words, as a poem, are phenomenal in my opinion, and the song alone is worth a listen, whether or not they are a perfect match.  Besides, I could be wrong, and if I am, please do correct me.  And if you happen to have the actual lyrics, please leave them in the comments, if you can.  Thank you, and enjoy!

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God of the golden bow,

And of the golden lyre,

And of the golden hair,

And of the golden fire,

Charioteer Of the patient year,

Where—where slept thine ire,

When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,

Thy laurel, thy glory,

The light of thy story,

Or was I a worm—too low crawling for death?

O Delphic Apollo!

The Thunderer grasp’d and grasp’d,

The Thunderer frown’d and frown’d;

The eagle’s feathery mane

For wrath became stiffen’d—the sound

Of breeding thunder

Went drowsily under,

Muttering to be unbound.

O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm?

Why touch thy soft lute

Till the thunder was mute,

Why was I not crush’d—such a pitiful germ?

O Delphic Apollo!

The Pleiades were up,

Watching the silent air;

The seeds and roots in Earth

Were swelling for summer fare;

The Ocean, its neighbour,

Was at his old labour,

When, who—who did dare

To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow,

And grin and look proudly,

And blaspheme so loudly,

And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?

O Delphic Apollo!

Hymn to Areia

Soft-armed Areia, Who cradles us in the moment of our supreme ecstacy

Blessed Goddess, come

Sublime Areia, of rich ichor, dancer among the blades

Sweet, Golden Armored Goddess, come

She Who drives the grand chariot of swans, sounding like the awful horns of war

Illustrious Goddess, come

Areia, Friend of Ares, the Lover of Bloodshed, the Slayer of Men

She Who is revered in the hallowed hills of moist graves, along with Her Lover, Who delights in carnage

Precious Goddess, holding Victory in Her hand, come

Being our aid and our friend, Sweet Goddess, come

Soft-armed Savior on the plain of war, embracing us at the moment of death, come

Our hearts are our sacrifice, Dear Goddess

May our ferocity be matched only by the flow of our enemies’ blood

Yes, Merciless Goddess, delighting in passionate screams of all kinds, come