Hear now the words of the
Witches, the secrets we hid in the
When dark was our destinyís pathway. That now we bring forth into the night.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
the passing of Winter and Spring.
We share with the Life Universal, rejoice in the Eternal Magickal Ring.
Four times a year the Great
Sabbats, return, and the Witches are
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, on May Eve and Ďole Halloween.
When daytime and nighttime are
equal, when the Sun is at itís greatest
the four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, again, the Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen Silver Moons in a year
there are. Thirteen is the Covenís
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry, for each year and a day.
The power has passed down
through the ages, each time between
man and woman.
Each century unto the other, Ďere times and ages began.
When drawn is the Magickal
Circle, by sword or Athameís power,
Itís a compass between two worlds lies in the Land of Shadows of that hour.
Our world has no right to know it,
and the world beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there, the great works of magick is wrought.
For two are the mystical pillars,
that stand at the gate of the shrine,
and two are the powers of Nature, the forms and the forces divine.
And do what thou wilt be the
challenge, so be it in love that harms
For this is the only commandment, by magick of old be done.