Within my Cold dreams | I rise unto a dark moonless sky and through the dark | I see the distant flames | the torch-lit crossroads where the sender of nightly visions dwells the Ancient roads |I hail to thee, Hecate | I embrace your visions of the night | Weaver of the web that guides me through the astral planes | Accept the black slave I sacrifice | I hail to thee, night riding goddess | Upon the shrine beneath the light of the full moon | I place the offering before thee, deity of magick and prophecy | Oh, trinitarian goddess of witches | Whisper unto thee, the dark secrets of Sorcery |And through my dreams thou has sent me visions of the heavens, the Earth and the Underworld | Thou has opened the eye upon my brow, I gaze out with prophecy| I gaze through the eye of Draconis upon the cold and dismal nocturnal visions | to stars unseen by man | I cast forth thy fanged tendrils through thy serpent eye | And within the night's veil, I invoke the 3 fold goddess | With the face of a Serpent the face of a horse and the face of a dog | Hecate of the night appears before me | Let us commune with the secrets of fire | under the dark some moonless night | Hecate, she who sends visions of the night entrance me with your might | I invoke thee unto thine circle and sacrifice the black lamb | spilling the blood upon your altar | I cry forth your sacred names | guide me through the Web of Wyrd | unto the victims I haunt | I shall gather the life blood through the night from the slave race to sacrifice | Hail unto thee Nocturne Goddess I embrace your visions in blood |
