Hear now the words of the Witches, the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathaway, 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 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 Halloween.
When day-time 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 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 Eve time and the ages began
When drawn is the Magickal Circle by sword of athame
of power
its 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 naight
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 sucession the opposites
each unto each
shown forth as God and a Goddess of this 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 youthful or old as she pleases She sails
the torn clouds in her barque
the bright silver Lady of the Midnight the crone who weaves spells
in the dark.
The Master and the Mistress of Magick that 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 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 !
Doreen Valiente's: Witchcraft For Tomorrow