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 in the 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 Hallowe'en.
When the day-time and night-time are equal
when sun is at greatest and least,
the four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
and again gather Witches in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year.
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
for each golden year and a day.
The power was passed down the ages
each time between woman and man,
each century unto the other,
ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magickal circle,
by sword or athame of power,
its compass between the 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 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.
The dark and the light in succession,
the opposites each unto each
shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
of this did 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 s 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,
they 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 receive us
in peace at the end of our days.
And do what you will be the challenge,
so be it in love that harms none,
for this is the only commandment.
By magic of old it be done!
Eight words the Witch's Creed fulfill:
If it harms none, do what you will!
