I touch the coat of my majestic horse
And I feel the ground
Pulsating underneath like a tribal drum
In this old forest

My power is within the hollow oak tree
Talking stones and dancing bees
The ivy grows up and climbs me
As if I was a tree

I listen to the voice of the Goddess Mother
I read my thoughts of my Book Of Shadows
I'm the warrior lady
And you scared of me?

Come to me
I am the night itself

I love my despair and my madness
I love my hatred and my sadness