You are the Great Queen of Light on your sacred throne, Sovereign, saviour, wild and free, you truly are your own. Phantom Queen spinning the social web of societies fate, Revelling with the nymphs, in groves dimly lit you wait. Queen of horses, riding the wind, with your sacred crowd, Bestower of good and ill, bringing justice makes you proud. Weaver of sacred thread, women and children your domain, Where from your wolf warriors, a most holy vow you obtain. You sent your sacred serpent when a leader turns oppressor, Great Predator of tyrants, waiting for the worthy successor. Your justice and magic is like a wolf stalking in the night, Those who besmear you as mere witch will have a fright. Bringer of light within darkest time, a crow taking flight, With your magic and thunder those who harm you smite. Fierce, wise mother and crone, keeper of the true flame, Mistress of bears and beasts, soon will come your claim.
