in the night,
When dark was our destinys pathway, That now we bring
forth in the light.
Mysterious Water and Fire, The Earth and the
wide-ranging Air,
By hidden Quintessence we know Them, and we 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
Magical Ring
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat, returns, and
the Witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candelas dancing, on May Eve and old
Halloween
When daytime and nighttime are equal, when 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
Covens array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry, for each golden
year and a day.
The power has passed down the ages, each time between
woman and man
Each century unto the other, ere times and the ages
began.
When drawn is the Magickal circle, by sword or athame
of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies, in the land of
shades of that hour.
Our world has no right to know it, and the 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 at the
gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of Nature, the forms and the
forces divine.
And do what thou wilt 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 words the Witches Creed fulfill:
If it Harms none, Do what Thou Will!
