High, this violet scent
I’m floating on air

Deep, the echo of the waves
From darkest skies
So far away
Leading us to them

Night, this stormy night
Upon the fields
We raise our hands
And make belief

Calling, now calling them
Down, to descend
The Elder Gods
They’re summoned by us
Invoked back to life

They’re summoned by us
Invoked by the rites

Storms, upon the storm
We call upon
Threatening skies
Seal their names

Void, out of this void
And into flesh
Ancient deities
Now we welcome thee

Turned heavenward, our palms they gather
From heaven-sent, down to the centre of the Earth

Witch

Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
Come to me oh Demeter’s kin
Dive beneath, bright silver mountains

Ride the winds, bloodred horizons
Come to me oh Artemis’ kin
Dive beneath, bright silver mountains