A comfortable pa**enger train Travels south to suburban terrain With a woman who has nothing to gain From the bright city claims From the station she'll walk alone To her modest residing abode Unlock the doors that she owns That conceal revelations There releasing her clothes The girl the world hardly knows Will dance for the gods in their robes The earth she'll parade… Hence she was made Naked she flees the night Gathering her bonds with all life Baring her skin to the wind Increasing strength from within The fruit of the wood is ripe
Such is her flesh in the light Pagans had pledged herein So must the rite now begin Deep in the woodland she goes The girl the world hardly knows Will dance for the gods in their robes The earth she'll parade… Hence she was made There she'll dance Becoming one with the wood and the land Calling up gaia with rage The horned god's parade The old faith forgotten Through pagans and age She is one with life Proclaiming solitary heathen rites Promising light to the day The wilderness reign The call on the moon And the sungod to bathe