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| The Witches Chant |
| Darksome night and shining moon, Hearken to the witches' rune. East then South, West then North, Hear! Come! I call thee forth! By all the powers of land and sea, Be obedient unto me. Wand adn Pentacle and Sword, Harken ye unto my word. Cords and Censer, Scourge adn Knif, Waken all ye into life. Powers of the witch's Blade, Come ye as teh charge is made. Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell, Send you aid unto the spell. Horned Hunter of the night, Work my will by magic rite. By all the powers of land and sea, As I do say, "So mote it be." By all the might of moon and sun, As I do will, it shall be done. Written By: Lady Sheba in the year of 1974 |
| The Witches' Creed |
| Here now the words of the witches, The secrets we his in the night, When dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light. Mysterious water and fire, The Earth and the wide-ranging air, By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and 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 magical ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and witches are seen, At Lammas, and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve adn old Halloween. When day-time and night-time are equil, When the sin is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbots are summoned, Again witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven's array. Thirteen times as Esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day. The Power was passed down the ages, Each time between woman and man, Each century unto the other, Each time and the ages began. When drawn is the magical circle, By sword or athame or power, It's compass between the two worlds lie. In Land of th Shades for that hour. This world has no right then to know it, And world beyond will tell naught, The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The great Work of Magic is wrought. |
| For two are the mystical pillars, That stand to at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the forces divine. The dark adn the light insuccession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a god and a Goddess, Of this did out ancestors teach. By night he's the wild wind's rider, The Horn'd One, the Lord fo the shades, By day he's the King fo the Woodlands, The dweller in green forest glades. She is youthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The Master and Mistress of magic, They dwell in the deeps fo the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. So drink the good wine to the Old Gods, And dance and make love in their praise, Til Elphame's fair land shall receive us, In peace at the end of our days. An do what you will be the challenge, So be it in love that harms none, For this is the only commandment, By Magick of old, be it done. Eight works the Witches' Creed fulfill: If it harms none, do what you will. |
| Written by: Doreen Valiente from the book "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" 1978 |
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