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| Darksome night and shinning 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 and Pentacle and Sword, Hearken ye unto my word. Cords and Censer, Scourge and Knife, Waken all ye into life. Powers of the witch's Blade, Come ye as the 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. |
| The Witch's Chant |
| by The Grimoire of Lady Sheba |