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
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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
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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"
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Dance Of Hecate
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| Stormlord |
