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