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.
And when day time and night time are equal, when the Sun is at greatest and least,
Sabbats are summoned, again witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, 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 women and man,
Each century unto the other, ere time and ages
When drawn is the magickal circle, by sword or
athame of power,
It's compass between
the two worlds lies, in the
land of shades that hour.
This world has no right to know it, and the world
beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of gods are envoked there, the Great
Work of Magick is wrought.
For two are the magickal pillars, that stand at
the gate of the shrine,
And two are the power 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, this did our
At night he's the wild wind's rider, the Horned
One, the Lord of the Shades,
By day he's the King of the Woodland, the dweller
in green forest glades.
The bright silver lady of midnight, the crone who weaves spells in the dark,
She is youthful ord old as she pleases, she sailes the torn clouds in her barque.
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 the Summerland shall receive us, in peace at
the end of our days.
And Do What Thou Wilt Shall be the Challenge,
be it in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment, by Magick of
old be it done!
Eight words the Witch's Creed fullfull:
If it Harms None, Do What Thou Will!