Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer
And grant me to live, and to love as you do
May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air
To cast off it's shroud and reveal your dark truths

Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure
We welcome your fresh silver light
Though deceit may be hid in your innocent lure
The love of the Huntress is right

Your light is shining on your children in the night
No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold

Moon Mother, so full is your milk-white breast
So safe are your warm open arms
'Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests;
In the radiant pool of your calm

The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane
The Others are under your power
Though there's death behind both of your ebony gates
The gift of new life is your flower

Your light is shining on your children in the night
No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold
Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer
And grant me to live, and to love as you do
May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air
To cast off it's shroud and reveal your dark truths

Your light is shining on your children in the night
No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold

Your light is shining on your children in the night
No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold