It was once said that the waters of the firmament hold space

A land balance between the corporeal and the spiritual

This space is infinite, indivisible

transitory, and immutable

Women, we, they say, are the devil's gateway

We created sin and death when Eve

She fraternized with the devil

Witchcraft, we are accused of

Possessing men with our flept eyes of emеrald

Binding them to silence with our long auburn hair

But wе are nature

But we are nature

Nature, nature

We are nature

We hear the voices that float on the air

The dead, they sing through us

Our souls, a conduit for their loss and pain

We are the birds and the flowers, the butterflies, and trees

Born anew, are we, as the wheel turns

We are the guardians of the old ways, pure and true

Bearers of children keepers of knowledge

We are the power of light the warm, soft breath of Spring

Spirit to spirit, flesh to flesh

Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit

Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit

Spirit to flesh, flesh to spirit

We, the gentle goddesses

Mother, Maiden, and Crone