You are a Star that rises in the East
You are a faithful and bountiful Feast
You are Our Lady, the Moon for your crown
You are the Queen of the Rose and the Mound
Bear forth your Cup, brimming with favor
Now let us sup on the Wisdom from labor
Bless us thrice with a prick from Her spindle
Such is the Kiss of your Fire we Kindle
Your Brother is the lover of the Black-Veiled Hag You are the lover of the Dark King Stag Raise up your Sword, it pierces the Lake Lift up your children, the Mystery’s awake!