Hear now the words of the witches
The secrets we hid in the night
When dark was our destinies pathway
That now we bring forth into night
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 the life universal
Rejoice in the magickal ring
Four times in the year the great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing
On May Eve and Old Hallowe'en
When daytime and night time are equal
When sun is at greatest and least
The four lesser sabbats are summoned
And Witches gather in feast
Thirteen silver moons in a year are
Thirteen is the covens array.
Thirteen times at Esbast make merry
For each golden year and day
The power that was passed down the age
Each time between woman and man
Each sentry unto the other
Ere time and the ages began
When Drawn is the magickal circle
By Sword or anthame of power
It's compass between two worlds lies
In land of the shades for the hour
This world has no right then to know it
And world of beyond will tell naught
The oldest of Gods are invoked there
The greatest of magick is wrought
For the two are mystical pillars
That stand at the gates of the shrine
And two are the powers of nature
The forms and the force divine
The dark and the night in succession
The opposites each unto each
Shown forth as a god and a goddess
Of this our ancestors teach
By night he's the wild winds rider
The horn'd one, the king of the woodland
The dweller in green forest glades
She is useful 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
That dwell in the deeps of the mind
Immortal and ever-renewing
With power to free or to bind
And do what ye will be the challenge
So be it love that harms none
For this is the only commandment
By magick of old be it done.
