Come, I'll be here - deep in the silver woods,

waiting for the first howling of the wolves.

Come - I'll be dancing with my sisters of the moon.

Come with the first blow of the winter winds,

with the last autumn sunlights,

close your eyes and feel your soul drowns within 

the fairies songs; they'll show you the way where I might be.

Be careful: we have а rule - and it's the belief you carry in your heart,

that every living being is sacred and free. 

Come.

I'll be there - with horns on my head,

holding hands with my sisters of the moon; 

dancing around the divine fire merging with

our Mother and our gods 

Our voices combined creates a pentacle,

a magick, you may call,  or enchanting spells, you may  say

and then you'll smell the scent of stars falling from the sky