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...