When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown
I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss...