now the word of the Witches,
the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destinys 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 we will keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all Nature,
the passing of Winter and
We share with the life Universal,
rejoice in the Magical Ring
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat,
returns, and the Witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candelas dancing,
on May Eve and old Halloween
and nighttime are equal,
when sun is at greatest and least,
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
thirteen is the Covens array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make
for each golden year and a day.
The power has passed down the ages,
each time between woman and man
century unto the other,
ere times and the ages began.
When drawn is the Magickal circle,
by sword or athame of
the compass between two worlds lies,
in the land of shades of that hour.
Our world has no right to know
and the world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
the great work of Magic is wrought.
For two are the mystical pillars,
that stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of Nature,
forms and the forces divine.
And do what thou wilt be the challenge,
so be it in love that harms none,
is the only commandment,
By Magick of old be it done.
Eight words the Witches Rede fulfill:
If it Harms none,
Do what Thou Will!