Hear now the words of the witches. The secrets we hide in the night. When dark was our destiny's pathway. That we now bring forth into light. 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 the life universe. Rejoice in the magickal ring.
Four times in the year The Great Sabbats return. And the wtiches are seen at Lammas and Candlemas dancing - on May Eve and Old Hallowe'en.
When day time and night time are equal - When the sun at greatest and least. The Four Lesser Sabbats are summoned - Again witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moon 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 woman 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. It's compass between the two worlds lies - In the Land of the Shade for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it - and the world beyond will tell naught. The oldest of Gods are invoked there - The Greatest Work of magick is wought.
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 opposites 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 green forest glades.
She is as youthful and old as she pleases - she sails the torn clouds in her barque. The bright silver Lady of Midnight - The Crone who weaves the spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magick - they dwell in the depths 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 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!
Doreen Valitene
