Hear now the words of the witches

The secrete we hid in the night

When dark was our destiny's pathway

That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious Water and Fire

The Earth and the wide ranging Air

By hidden quintessence we know them

And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature

The passing of Winter and Spring

We share with the life universal

Rejoicing in the magickal ring.

Four times in the year the great sabbat returns

And the witch are seen

At Lammas and Candlemas dancing

On May eve and old Halloween.

When daytime and night time are equal

When sun is at greatest and least

The four lesser sabbats are summonded

And witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons 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 that was passed down the age

Each time between woman and man

Each century unto the other

Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn in the magickal circle

By sword or Athame of power

It's compass between two worlds lies

In land of the shades for that 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 great work of magick is wrought.

For the two are 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 our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider

The horned one, the lord of the shades

By day he's the king of the woodlands

The dweller in green forest glades.

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.

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.

So drink to 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 your days.

And do what you will be the challenge

So be it love that harms none

For this is the only commandment

By Magick of old, Be it done.