As the moon turned dark, we have stopped and sung
To the maiden and the mother, where the months are hung.

By our seeds! By our months! by our days!
Triple goddesses, we cried, amazed!

Where three roads meet, we have stood and cried
Till the hands of the Goddesses beckoned us inside.

By our seeds! By our months! by our days!
Triple goddesses, we turn, amazed!

She’s alive in the crossroads that center the Earth!
She is pooling the centuries’ still, dry, hard salt!

By our seeds! By our months! by our days!
Triple goddesses, we burn, amazed!

She’s the Queen of the Darkness, who touches our fault
Into flame! We can birth through her— trivial —Birth!

By our seeds! By our months! by our days!
Triple goddesses, we learn, amazed!