Inkubus Sukkubus

Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer
And grant me live and to love as you do
May your magical souls overwhelm the night air
To cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths
Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure
We welcome your fresh silver light
Tho" deceit may be hid in your innocent lure
The love of the huntress is right
Your light is shining on your children in the night
No-one could hope to know the secrets that you hold