I feel the unjust of the humans,
Subjected to the shit of others.
I feel sick of unjust for them,
Why do they need to face shit.
Those with power, they sit mighty on their thrones,
Unwilling to stoop low, and feel the sorrows.
Talk tales and nice visions they can create,
To blind and fool the minds of those they seek to control.
While those whom slave hard,
They seek only the rewards to themselves,
Robbing the rewards those who had slaved for,
Right into the hands of those hypocritical craps.
Only can those idiots see money and numbers,
The rest of the human race and the species of Mother Earth,
their numbers and figures as slaves.
Raise be the hand of the Goddess,
And smite hard against these wasted lowlifes.
Smite them hard, Oh Goddess,
May they feel the same sorrow of those whom they seek control,
And the anguish of whom they have caused.
Hekas, Hekas, Este Bebeloi.
Send them afar their greed and sorrow.
Great Goddess, smite these ignorant fools.
Bring back peace to this lost world's hope.
Hekas, Hekas, Este Bebeloi.
From near, now drag them out of the surfaces of the world.
Great Goddess, a plenty's bringth forth,
And renew the fertile Earth.
Restore the abundance once more to these dried land.
Renew the life and the hope.
Soothe the anguish and cure the hopeless and sick.
Rid the world of the cruel and the miserly.
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate.
