And grant me live and to love as you do
                  May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air
                  To cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths
                     Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure
                        We welcome your fresh silver light
                    Tho' deceit may be hid in your innocent lure
                         The love of the huntress is right

                  Your light is shining on your children in the night
                 No-one could hope to know the secrets that you hold

                    Moon Mother so full is your milk-white breast
                        So safe are your warm open arms
                     Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests
                         In the radiant pool of your calm
                     The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane
                         The others are under your power
                 Tho' there's death behind both of your ebony gates
                         The gift of new life is your flower