Shadows stretch across the stone, Standing at the crossroads alone. Three-fold paths in the velvet night, Bathing the soul in pale moon-light. A flickering torch, a key in hand, Walking the edge of the silent land. O Queen of the crossroads, keeper of the gate, Weaving the threads of time and fate. Light the dark, reveal the way, Guide my steps till the break of day. Hecate, hear the midnight plea, Awaken the power inside of me. Whispers echo through the trees, Carried away on a chilling breeze. Black hounds pace at the ancient shrine, Where the mortal and myth entwine. No fear in the dark, no blind regret, A pact is sealed that won't forget. O Queen of the crossroads, keeper of the gate, Weaving the threads of time and fate. Light the dark, reveal the way, Guide my steps till the break of day. Hecate, hear the midnight plea, Awaken the power inside of me. Through the veil of mist and fire, Rising up from the dark desire. Key and torch, shadow and bone, Reclaiming the kingdom, taking the throne. At the crossroads. Before the thrones of marble high Before the Olympian reign She ruled the shadow, earth, and sky Through starlight and through strain A Titan born of ancient might Unshackled by the dawn She claims the sovereignty of night When mortal guards are gone Queen of the crossroads, Titan of the deep Guardian of thresholds where the spirits sleep Mistress of magic, walking through the dark Leaving in the ashes her immortal mark Hecate, keeper of the turning key Ancient and eternal, wild and free At three-way paths where travelers pause In silence and in dread We leave the offerings and the laws To walk among the dead The howling hounds foretell her tread Beneath the crescent moon Where every mystic word is said And sung in midnight tune Queen of the crossroads, Titan of the deep Guardian of thresholds where the spirits sleep Mistress of magic, walking through the dark Leaving in the ashes her immortal mark Hecate, keeper of the turning key Ancient and eternal, wild and free Three faces turned to past and prime To future and to now Standing outside the bounds of time We bend the knee and bow Unlok the gate, let shadows speak With torch and serpentine The power that the seekers seek Is hers and only hers, divine The torches fade The veil descends Where pathway meets And journey ends Hail, Hecate... The silver coin of day is spent The shadows stretch and bleed At the triple cross where paths are rent We serve the ancient creed A key of brass, a howling hound Beneath the hollow moon We raise the spirits from the ground To sing the midnight tune Oh, Queen of the crossroads, keeper of the night Guide us through the veil with your flickering light Mistress of witchcraft, walking with the dead Where the shadows whisper and the pale paths tread Hecate, hear us beneath the lunar glow Guardian of secrets only spirits know The graveyard soil is cold and deep The resting bones awake Promises that the darkness keeps For the altar and the stake She walks in triple form to see The past, the now, the more Unlocking every mystery Behind the iron door Oh, Queen of the crossroads, keeper of the night Guide us through the veil with your flickering light Mistress of witchcraft, walking with the dead Where the shadows whisper and the pale paths tread Hecate, hear us beneath the lunar glow Guardian of secrets only spirits know Breathe life into the silent ash Ignite the sacred flame Amidst the lightning's sudden flash We softly speak your name From the cradle of the dark we rise To claim the midnight hour With ancient stars inside our eyes And necromantic power The torches burn low The veil closes slow Keeper of the key... Remember me.
