It’s sleepless night and moonlit winding path

Is leading me to that abandoned cave.

And there frightful is the fire:

The witches pass initiation.

 

Full moon prevails in the sky

Confusion’s crept over my soul.

Bald-headed peak is on fire  

And shadows look for any shelter.

 

Closer and closer is moon,

It’s getting colder and colder.

I entered the Hecate’s land

Protected by spirits of anger.

 

Hecate – the goddess of moon,

Sorceress – mistress of the night.

You darken the one who can see

And open the eyes of the blind.

 

Time flies, and at last I can see

The medicine for suffering soul.

I entered the Hecate’s land:

Attained is the ultimate life’s peak.