Ἑκατός – you who reach from behind the stars,
Your crossroads are seen by those who can speak the blood of the dead,
In the deep of the cave, you reach from behind the mask.
Your voice is that singing dread which chooses who shall be the victor, your face is three times the light of the moon.
I am that voice which reverberates from your seat of the crow’s name.
My spells are spoken as the shadow reverberates your song of the lost and wondering face.
You arise in the noontide hour and your radiance is the light of my desire.