it s getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon hecate whose name is howled at night at the crossroads where three roads meet let her take you down to the underworld hear as i invoke the name of the wise old crone who knows curses and death and does not fear them no mother of darkness reveal me the secrets of your shrine tonight it s getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon three faces one goddess dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars dance with me beyond the styk where the crossroad is placed where persephone is enthroned dance with me hecate bright goddess who walks in darkness to you is sacred the snake which casts off its skin to live again the black dog howling at the everchanging moon and the eternal yew which brings both life and death hecate shine upon us only your touch of wisdom can light the souls on their path while walking through the kingdom of the shades she who holds the knife that cuts the thread from life and death i pray it s getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon three faces one goddess dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars  triple one i entreat your presence at these sacred rites hear my call descend from your throne and release the songs of thy granite stones 