Goddess of spring, some will follow you In a lost era. where nature was pure Mother of this season, show us the way Into perfection, out of this grey desperate existence Were wandering with the winds and fly across the sky Feel the magic power, when the spirits high Wallowing in unconcern, smell the scent of salvation This long desired occurrence is here, when your kingdom is near Rescue them from oblivion Cults of fertility, sun and heaven They associate with the reverence of motherly Earth To the primary source of all veracity Goddess of vegetation, some will honour you So let us celebrate like thousands of years ago Goddess of fertility, show us that way Into perfection, out of this grey, by human raped, earth We sense the facilitation, entering the sphere The paths of the old tribes - we can sec then clear Environed, enveloped with a spell, with weird enthrall charm But far away seems this day - deliver us from harm