At the threshold of the Underworld, the Dark God waits,
As death moves to life and dark turns to light
The Lord of the Dead, he stalks the land,
The Bringer of Chaos, he stalks the land,
The Keeper of Mysteries, he stalks the land.
The year ebbs and the wheel spins as
Dark turns to light
At the threshold of the Underworld, the Dark God waits.

Through the underworld the God has passed
Open the gate and let him in.

At the threshold of the year, the Stag Lord waits,
Hunter and the hunted; red blood on white snow,
Antlered God of winter stillness, waiting
Our sacrifice of flesh for life, waiting
On the edge of the forest, the Lord is waiting,
He knows the ancient secret of
Red blood on white snow,
At the threshold of the year, the Stag Lord waits.

Through the underworld the God has passed
Open the gate and let him in.

On the threshold of dawn, the Sun King waits,
The light of the world, gold light in black sky.
On the rim of the world, the Sun King dances,
Our child of promise, the Sun King dances,
At his moment of birth, the Sun King dances,
The light of our hope,
Gold light in black sky.
On the threshold of dawn, the Sun King waits.

Through the underworld the God has passed
Open the gate and let him in.

At the threshold of life, the Green Man waits,
Ivy clad, scarlet berries, dark green leaves,
Ever green and ever growing, pauses,
The moment nears and yet he pauses,
The light will come, till then he pauses,
In the holly and the ivy,
Scarlet berries, dark green leaves,
At the threshold of life, the Green Man waits.

Through the underworld the God has passed
Open the gate and let him in.