Darkened moon and heavy skies,
Feel the wind that's all around us,
Kiss his skin so deep and prosperous,
As we cast the circle blessed,

Under foot the Earth is breathing,
In the air her heart is beating,
Rivers flow as she is bleeding,
Fire burns in times of need,

You can steal my heart just take away,
My soul is rooted to another place,
I'll fly away on the wings of an angel,
And never return again,

Gathered herbs are ground and thrown,
Whilst man is charging to the throne,
Chanting mysteries so blasphemous,
It's made with blood and lust and stone,

She lobs salt in face of threat,
Because she is not beaten yet,
Though man has called the land his own,
She is the wise and might crone,

Widdershins to make her clothes,
Thank the Goddess thank them all,
Wise words spoke and presence lingering,
Seal the door and build a wall.