Diana

Take me to the highest mountains
To all things wild and free
In the sacred wood
Ready your bow
Steady your gaze

In the winds
of the Wild Hunt
Hunter becomes the hunted
Haunting and haunted
As the winter gale

Tears the leaves
Moss Maidens
Frightened in the trees
Look after me in 1-2-3
To the Light and

To the darkness
You’ll find me
In the woodlands
And in the groves
I sing to Diana

Let the light unfold