Upon the still dark night
Floats aromatic smoke, light
Is not here-I am blindfolded
With liquid my flesh is scolded
Moist fire, like the depths of soul
Unravel my person and I am foul
Blade to chest and mouth to ear
I hear the words that raise my tear
"Perfect Love and Perfect Trust"
Thrust to the ground and whipped
Body and soul were ill equipped
Unbound were eyes and hands
Now refined I was allowed to stand
Bare as a babe I was led
Into the spiral dance where all is shed
The witches rave and the witches rend
In life and death until the end.