At the Corner in the Darkness

Through the darkness of futures past,  

The magician longs to see,  

One chants out, between two worlds,
walk with me,

Endonia, it's a lovely night,

Chthonia, to bring your spirits,

Arkuia, to spin a web, la red.

Hecate, tis a lovely time,

to bring your dead and wolves,

and spin your web in time

in this place.

Come giant Hekate.

Dogs bark in the night in

greeting, and every spirit here

stirs, and the night shines dark,

and we look to your three faces,

Medeousa, Panopaia, Oistroplaneia.

Hecate. I wish to know.

Endonia, it's a lovely night,

a good time to show yourself,

Chthonia, to bring your spirits,

Arkuia, to spin a web, la red.

Hecate, tis a lovely time,

to bring your dead and wolves,

and spin your web in time

in this place.

Come, giant Hekate

Dogs bark in the night in

greeting, and every spirit here

stirs, and the night shines dark,

and we look to your three faces,

Medeousa, Panopaia, Oistroplaneia.

Hecate. I wish to know.

Kore, hear, you who’ve parted

gates of steel unbreakable.

o Artemis, who, too,

were once protectress,

mighty one, mistress,

who burst forth from the earth,

dog-leader, all-tamer,

crossroad goddess, triple-headed,

bringer of light, august

virgin, I call you fawn-slayer,

crafty, o infernal one,

and many formed.

Come, Hekate, goddess of three ways,

who with your fire-breathing phantoms

have been allotted dreaded roads and harsh

enchantments.

Hekate I call you with those who have

died without a wife and children,

hissing wildly, yearning in their hearts

“(but others say, “with forms of winds”).

Fire, walk with me.