The Thracian cult is blazing, the torches align
The crossroad is three-way facing, a ghost in the shrine
Nocturnal bound her majesty
Dark practice of the flame and alchemy
A feather charm and ivory
Her spell is calling me

A silhouette inside a crystal cave
Her shadow mesmerizing
Three dogs surrounding her in harmony
Necromancy is rising

Canes dimite dea nocti
Nympha malefica Hekate

The might of the brave is falling, three sisters of fate
And silvery Moon enthralling, a spiral of hate
Her prisoners all deafen me
Mad voices as they shout indefinitely

A pair of crooked horns appear on her
A stare inducing madness
“Hekate I succumb to thee, my soul
Surrender into darkness