The crossroad's bathed in silvery lunar light Arrive! Hecate, glorious Empress of the Night The moon, your pale blue eye is gazing down on me Heralds your presence, sweet nocturnal entity Leave now the gloomy realms of the Lost and of the Forlorn Light up your torches and guide those who are Paganborn Fire - Lighning fills the crumbling sky Water - Rain pours from the clouds up high Wind - Sweeps across the barren fields Earth - Is sated by the blood I've spilled The wolves now sing their mournful tale of sin To bid a welcome to their unforgiving queen Wraiths and spectres leave their long forgotten tombs To join our Sabbat underneath the crescent moon I roam Acherons unsilent shores Make raw strands of pure magic unwind I am lupine, voluptuous and cruel Nightly haunt of your weak and feeble minds I am the purest of Black to be embraced by the seeker The third aspect in the circle of life By cold moonlight I prowl as the sun's getting weaker Up from Hades I rise, for your lifeblood I strive I'm Hecate! We are the night Witches and Warlocks join with me Neath her blue light Darkly Mother, Hecate Powers unleashed For her maternal trinity Hail the Great Beast Queen of Witchcraft, Hecate We are the night Witches and Warlocks join with me Neath her blue light Darkly Mother, Hecate We're Paganborn From the burning sun we flee Under the Horns Lunar Princess, Hecate