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 Gives magic to our cult 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 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