Conjure

Bless us tonight,
a song of  the ancestors,
invokes the cauldron,
of lost memories.
Conjure the heart,
Per l’amore della figlia,
the circle is called,
to the old walnut tree.

Deep in the night,
when the moon is high above,
she spreads the cards,
of passion and fate.
Within the dark,
whispering spells of love,
she conjures the heart
when the hour is late.

Bella dea,
bella Diana,
della stelle, 
e della luna. 

In the ruins of night,
hidden treasures,
wait in the dark,
for those who will seek.
Conjure thy heart,
drink of the wine of love,
at the altar of trust,
dare to believe.
Bella dea,
bella Diana,
della stelle, 
e della luna. 

Bless us tonight,
with adoration,
walk with her love,
in every step.
Conjure thy heart,
Per l’amore della figlia,
in the temple of night,
her flame is still kept.