Mother of the Sabbath,
I awoken to the mysteries of thy craft,
Dedicate my being to they path,
By the mysteries of the Goat and the serpent,
I reborn under thy light,
There's a werewolf inside,
Mother of the Sabbath.
Praising the moon to release inner Monster, In a frighting night of psycho cycles, The moon knows, my mind wanders,
No one understands why, I am acting so spiteful.
To the Goddess moon, I pledge one's life,
Follow her tide.
Midnight in the crossroads of the lads, During the moon cycles that wax and wane, Magickal powers to drag one's to an end.
Hekas. Procul este profani.
Empowered by the cosmic moonlight, Stalking the pray like a beast in the night, Turn my face to the stars and recite.
Hekas. Procul este profani.
While the mighty sun sets in and falling stars cover up the sky my beloved one's gets in her shadows wrap my here eyes.
Before the last soul dying,
Before the holy angels crying,
After the midnight time,
It's the witching hour for the lycanthropic moon,
Before the last soul dying,
Before the holy angels crying,
After the midnight time,
It's the witching hour for the lycanthropic moon,
Before the last soul dying,
Before the holy angels crying,
After the midnight time,
It's the witching hour for the lycanthropic moon,
To the Goddess moon, I pledge one's life,
Follow her tide.
Midnight in the crossroads of the lads, During the moon cycles that wax and wane, Magickal powers to drag one's to an end.
Hekas. Procul este profani.
Empowered by the cosmic moonlight, Stalking the pray like a beast in the night, Turn my face to the stars and recite.
Hekas. Procul este profani.
While the mighty sun sets in and falling stars cover up the sky my beloved one's gets in her shadows wrap my here eyes.
Before the last soul dying,
Before the holy angels crying,
After the midnight time,
It's the witching hour for the lycanthropic moon,
Before the last soul dying,
Before the holy angels crying,
After the midnight time,
It's the witching hour for the lycanthropic moon,
To the Goddess moon, I pledge one's life,
Follow her tide,
The harvest moon is falling,
The hunter's moon is rising
