Hekate

Drumming in the Lisbon woods 
Fair wild with cries and howling
The dogs would not run loose tonght 
Even the bats returned to cave
Between the mighty branches
An outline of flames was seen
Ah the striga of Hecate were together again
For hundreds of years these rituals
Were carried out in secret
Kept from foolish eyes
The women kept their rites
Invoking the dark one
The goddess in rare form
Hekate the crone of wisdom and power
called by the dark of the moon
Things needing ending things needing awakening
All under her protective wing
The maid the mother the crone
Triple goddess in her dark power glory 
The culmination of all thing