| The Witches' Creed |
| 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 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 magickal ring Four times a year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the Withches are seen At Lammas and Candlemas dancing On May Eve and old Hallowe'en When daytime and nighttime are equal When the Sun is at greatest and least The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned Again 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 was passed down the ages Each time between man and woman Each century unto the other Ere time and the ages began When drawn is the magickal circle By sword or athame or power Its compass between the two worlds lie In Land of the Shades for that hour Thisworld has no right then to know it And theworld of beyond will tell naught The oldest of Gods are invoked there The Greak Work of magick is wrought For two are the mystical pillars That stand at the gate of the shrine And two are the powers of nature The forms and the forces divine The dark and the light in succession The oppossites each unto each Shown forth as a God and a Goddess Of this did our ancestors teach By night he's the wild wind's rider The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades By day he's the King of the Woodland The dweller in dreen 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 magick They dwell in the deeps of 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 Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days And Do What Ye 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 |
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