| It’s getting close to midnight
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| the ritual shall begin
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| raise all the burning torches
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| to the queen of the moon
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| Hecate,
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| whose name is howled at night
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| at the crossroads
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| where three roads meet
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| let her take you down to the underworld
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| Hear as I invoke the name
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| of the wise old crone
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| who knows curses and death
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| and does not fear them, no!
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| Mother of darkness reveal me the secrets of your shrine tonight!
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| It’s getting close to midnight
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| the ritual shall begin
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| raise all the burning torches
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| to the queen of the moon
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| three faces, one goddess
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| dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars
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| Dance with me beyond the Styk,
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| where the crossroad is placed
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| where Persephone is enthroned
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| dance with me Hecate
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| «Bright goddess who walks in darkness,
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| to you is sacred the snake which casts off its skin
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| to live again,
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| the black dog howling at the everchanging Moon
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| and the eternal yew,
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| which brings both life and death.
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| Hecate, shine upon us!»
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| Only your touch of wisdom
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| can light the souls on their path
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| while walking through
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| the Kingdom of the Shades
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| She who holds the knife that cuts
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| the thread from life and death I pray!
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| It’s getting close to midnight
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| the ritual shall begin
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| raise all the burning torches
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| to the queen of the moon
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| three faces, one goddess
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| dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars
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| «Triple one,
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| I entreat your presence
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| at these sacred rites,
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| hear my call,
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| descend from your throne
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| and release the songs
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| of thy granite stones» |