Paroles de Hekate

The Thracian cult is blazing, the torches align The crossroad is three-way facing, a ghost in the shrine Nocturnal bound her majesty Dark practice of the flame and alchemy A feather charm and ivory Her spell is calling me A silhouette inside a crystal cave Her shadow mesmerizing Three dogs surrounding her in harmony Necromancy is rising Canes dimite dea nocti Nympha malefica Hekate The might of the brave is falling, three sisters of fate And silvery Moon enthralling, a spiral of hate Her prisoners all deafen me Mad voices as they shout indefinitely A pair of crooked horns appear on her A stare inducing madness “Hekate I succumb to thee, my soul Surrender into darkness