Hymn to Feronia

I.

Hail, Feronia, mistress of the wild and free,

Guardian of springs, through shadows you see.

Triune goddess, mother, virgin, wise crone,

In threefold realms, your power is known.

II.

From sacred lands, your ancient cult arose,

Where nature's bounty, with rejuvenation flows.

Through thunder's roar, your boundaries stand,

Protecting the sanctity of your land.

III.

With Apollo's kin, your ties entwine,

Guiding souls to realms surely divine.

In trance-like states, your priestesses speak,

As the veil between worlds grows weak.

IV.

On the sacred mount, your rites unfold,

Where wolves traverse the fiery underworld.

In death and rebirth, your wisdom gleams,

Guiding warriors through shadowed dreams.

V.

Oh, Feronia, sovereign goddess wise and fair,

In your embrace, we find solace rare.

Grant us freedom, both body and mind,

In your sacred groves, our spirits find.