Goddess of the Rising Black Moon
(To thee I come dressed in lust
Bathed in a thousand men's passion, bleeding
The last sparks of the dusk
Will burn in mine eyes
Then fade on the horizon)

M'lady Annit
Guide me through the darkest nights
(I am the rising moon)
'Cause my days are gone
With the badly fed vultures
(darker than vultures)
So it shalt be
As long as it last thy spell
(Ripping out thine eyes)
Over the tapestry of the scarped

Mountains and their snowed peaks
The paler portrait of thy breasts
A never seen himeric caprice
The Sabbat Beltane shall bring
No "In excelsis meretricis"
And so, they will know
Greater woes than Walpurgis
Listen to them
The hounds baying for thee to raise

(Whom would they praise
Whilst I devour to thee?)

Attracted to thee
Snaking like thy ebonied hairs

(Who would be prey
If my poison was drenched
On our bridal sheets)

" I am the hung
On the hopeless firmament
Maidenly crowned
By the eastern echelons"

I am thy wave of tears
Wept onto the deadly sea
Breaking against the cliff

Take me to where the night
Will never sleep

Goddess of the rising Black Moon
Godly sylph, grant me Thy grace
And touch me as if in dream
Erubescent, my soul reaps rosemary
With mirror shards for thee
The darkest arts
And the profoundest magick
Could not unlace the braided bowels
Like a mosaic nest of offerings

Eko, Eko, Azarak
Eko, Eko, Zomelak
Eko, Eko, Cernunnos
Eko, Eko, Aradia

Ungodly sylph, grant me Thy grace
And touch me as if in sin
From the celestial battlements
Lurking my dementia and these festivities
In this eve smelling like myrrh
Manifest thy glory
Before Eostre come to take thee

My queen