The Cult of Hecate

Domina hecate

Deity of the underworld
Light of the restless souls
Lost into the undone
Beauty of wild nature
Terrifying as death
Fairness of them both

Hecate, may the night
With your dreadful cries
Hold back the grieving of ghosts
Under the Moon
Your wandering triform shape
Gives magic to our cult

Maiden, mother, crone
Lead through the netherworld
Our will to know
Falling into hades
You'll make arise
Our enlightened wisdom

Hecate, may the night
With your dreadful cries
Hold back the grieving of ghosts
Under the Moon
Your wandering triform shape
Bless all of us
With deeper eyes
To look inside
Our hearts