Of the Goddess, we are humble Priestesses,
And of Her Temples, we officiate the Masses.
On the broken soldiers and their bodies,
Suffering, desperate, lost and hopeless,
We pour the oil of oblivion and forgetfulness;
Under our hands, through our infinite wisdom,
Everyone comes to heal, and everyone is welcome.
Eternally at the service of the tired hearts,
We lived among you in your distant past;
We lived many lives among you humans.