She changes everything she touches,
And everything she touches changes.
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna.
We All Come from the Horned One
We all come from the horned one
And to him we shall return
Like a spark of fire
Rising to the heavens
Evening Chant to the God
Hail fair sun, Ruler of the day;
Rise on the morn, to light my way.
Hoof and Horn
Hoof and horn, hoof and horn, all that dies shall be reborn
Corn and grain corn and grain, all that falls shall rise again!
New Moon Chant to Diana
Waxing, waxing, Growing, growing-
Diana's power is flowing, flowing.
Evening Chant to the Goddess
Hail fair moon, Ruler of the night;
Gaurd me and mine, until the light.
We All Come from the Goddess
We all come from the goddess
And to her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean.
Ancient Mother, I hear you calling
Ancient Mother, I hear your song
Ancient Mother, I hear you laughter
Ancient Mother, I taste your tears.
She's Been Waiting
She's been waiting, waiting
She's been waiting so long
She's been waiting for her children to remember, to return.
Blessed be and blessed are the lovers of the lady.
Blessed be and blessed are the Maidens, Mothers, Crones.
Blessed be and blessed are the ones who stand together.
Blessed be and blessed are the ones who stand alone.
In joy tonight!
The power found!
Merry Meet, Merry Part
May the circle be open
But never broken
May the peace of the Goddess be ever in your heart
And Merry Part
And Merry Meet again.
We are the children of the night,
Gentle are we-yet feel our might.
Singing, dancing, chanting low.
Power building...let it go!
Round and round this Esbat site;
Power build to work our rite.
Brother and sister, together we sing.
Directing the forces that our wills bring.
We are the spokes of the mighty wheel;
This power we raise that all might feel.
Deosil circle round about;
Building the power, let it go with a shout!
(while chanting, visualize a triple purple circle around you)
I am protected by your might,
O gracious goddess, day and night.
Take the Old (a banishing chant)
Take the old and burn it,
Burn it let it go.
Fire starts within our hearts
And gives us room to grow.
I hope you enjoyed this page. Many of these chants came from Buckland's
Complete Book of Witchcraft, and Cunningham's Wicca: A Guide for the
Solitary Practitioner. Others were heard from the general community, or
If you know of more chants you'd like to see here, please e-mail me.