1. HEKATE

Blood flow down the river of wine.
Cups filled in the hands of the sisters.
Through the lands abandoned by the mankind
Reaching their solemn procession
For praise of the mistress.

The snakes crawled out of holes.
Present her gifts.
With poison flowers that blooming to death
Cleaning the fields.

Hail mother of curse

With triple face
With triple tongue
What whispers spells
What Kisses damned.

Hail ruling of heavens and depths
That brings you to the cradle in white frostbitten hands.

Bonfires are lit
Let the feast begin

Blow to your horns as you can
Tell everywhere.
Torch lights up again
In mighty mistress hands

So gorgeous
(So gorgeous)
So ironic
(Ironic)
All flock like moths to a flame
So ironic
(Ironic)

Torch lights up again
In mighty mistress hands

Hekate !!!