Inkubus Sukkubus - Trinity

Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer And grant me live and to love as you do May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air To cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure We welcome your fresh silver light Tho' deceit may be hid in your innocent lure The love of the huntress is right Your light is shining on your children in the night No-one could hope to know the secrets that you hold Moon Mother so full is your milk-white breast So safe are your warm open arms Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests In the radiant pool of your calm The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane The others are under your power Tho' there's death behind both of your ebony gates The gift of new life is your flower