| The Witches Creed Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When the dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light. Mysterious water and fire, The earth and wide-ranging air; By hidden quintessence we know them, And will keep silent and dare. The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal Rejoice in the magickal ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the witches are seen At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and Halloween. When day-time and night-time are equal, Whe the sun is at it greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, And Witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen times at Esbast make merry, For each golden year and a day. The power that was passed down the age, Each time between women and man, Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began. When drawn is the magickal circle by sword or athame of power, Its compass between the two world lies, It's compass between two world lies, In land of the shades for the hour. This world has no right then to know it, And world of beyond will tell naught The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The greatest of magick is wrought. For the two are mysical pillars, That stand at the gates of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the force divine, The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth a God and Goddess: Of this our ancestors teach. By night he's wild wind's rider The Horn'd One, the King of the Woodland The dweller in the green forest glades. She is youthful or old as she phases, She sails the torn clouds in her baroque, The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The master and the mistress of magick, That dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. And do What you Will be that challenge, So be it love that harms none, for this is the ony commandment By the Magick of old, be it done! |