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.

 

The birth and rebirth of all Nature
The passing of Winter and Spring
We share in 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 Candlemass dancing
At May Eve and old Halliowe'en.

 

When daytime and nighttime are equal
When Sun is at greatest and least
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned
And Witches gather in feast.

 

Thirteen Full Moons in a year are
Thirteen is the Coven's array
And thirteen times at Esbat make merry
For each golden year and a day.

 

The Power was pased down the age
Each time before woman and man
Each century unto the other
Ere time and the ages began.

 

The Dark and the Light in succession
Opposites each unto each
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess
Of this our ancestors teach.

 

By night, He's the wild wind's rider,
The Horned One, the Lord of the Shade.
By day He's the King of the Woodland,
The Dweller in green forest glade.

 

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.

 

They are Master and Mistress of Magick
Who 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 recieve us
In peace at the end of our days.

 

"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!