Ages and centuries will pass,
Like those that vanished long ago,
But still the temple holds its might,
And Lethe;s grasp it shall not know,
It, that drew people near,
To seek your sanctuary here.
And as in times before of old,
The road is filled with eager feet,
Wake the temple from sleep cold,
Accept their gifts, I do entreat.
They bear along the sacred way,
Both torch and keys in hand they keep,
Disturbing night;s serene array,
Beneath September;s full moon sweep.
The tongues of flame begin to dance,
Wine spills upon the earth once more,
Here everyone has brought a gift,
To mother whom they all adore.
And joy will blossom in the heart,
From incense wafting through the air,
Sacred mysteries fill the night,
And hymns to you, Hecate, we share!
2025 )O(
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Ancient Temple
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