Sweet Aradia, how I cried
When they took you to that pyre
I willed your spirit free
As flesh consumed by fire
What was it they said,
or did they try you for?
When you called down the moon
to sanctify the law
Those fools could not know
Or understand your acts
3 fold return
forbid all devilish pacts
Now nature doth salute you
And the works you did for us
The stars and planets beseech
your suffering with love
As your body returns to ash
amid willow and the thorn
I’ll hear your voice whisper
and echo in the dawn
I will see you evermore
in those good works unpaid
In the thicket and the daisy
The crossroad and the glade
Now priestess become a god
swiftly slip the coil
As your beauty fills the air
and replenishes the soil
While high above our head
A new star is born
I can hear Aradia speak
She thunders in the storm
I see her bless the earth
Her tears, rivers become
she’s in each golden ray
of a mid-summer sun
Taken from 'Blasphemy and Buggery'