In the shining light
Of the round Full Moon
When our Gracious Lady Hectate
Will be shining
Oh so bright
Meet me near the roses
With their soft, distinct scent
Their petals just like velvet
The colour that of
Our flowing blood
Follow me through the gardens
So filled with beauty and wisdom
The leaves being crushed
Beneath our feet
From the mighty tress
We make our descent
Through the moon lit world
Leave me near the sacred oak
Burt not before you kiss my throat
And before I become lost
In your mesmerizing eyes
Leave me not before midnight
Where you know
I'll be safe
Keeping under the light
Of the round Full Moon
Under the protection of
Our Gracious Lady Hectate
