Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid 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 keep silent and dare,
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring,
Four times in the year the Great Sabbats,
Returns, and the witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
In May Eve and old Halloween,
When the day-time and night-time are equal,
When the sun is at greastest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And witches gather in feast,
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day,
The power that was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began,
Where drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
It's compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour,
This world has no right then to know it,
And beyond will tell naught,
The oldest Gods are invoked there,
The Great work of magick is wrought,
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
The forms and the forces divine,
The dark and light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forht as The God and Goddess,
Of this our ancestors teach,
By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horned One, The Lord of the Shades,
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in the green forest glade,
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clauds in her barque,
The bright sliver lady of midnight,
The Crone who weaves spells in the dark,
The master and misstress of magick,
That dwell in the depths of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With the power to free or bind,
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphamnels fair land shall receive us,
In peace at the end of our days,
And do what you will be the challenge,
So be it love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By magick of old, be it done.
