Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer

And grant me live and to love as you do

May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air

To cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths

Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure

We welcome your fresh silver light

Tho' deceit may be hid in your innocent lure

The love of the huntress is right



Your light is shining on your children in the night

No-one could hope to know the secrets that you hold



Moon Mother so full is your milk-white breast

So safe are your warm open arms

Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests

In the radiant pool of your calm

The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane

The others are under your power

Tho' there's death behind both of your ebony gates

The gift of new life is your flower