Hear now the words
of the Witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When darkness was our destiny's pathways
That now we bring forth into light.
The Earth and wide ranging Air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will, 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 Sabbath,
Returns, and the Witches are seen.
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Even and Old Halloween.
When day time and
night time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The Four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
Again Witches gather in feast.
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 woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and ages began.
When drawn is the
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 a world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of gods is invoked there,
The great work of Magick is wrought.
For two are the
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of natures,
the forms and 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 Horned 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 as 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 Magic,
They dwell in the depths 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 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 be the only commandment,
By magic of old, be it done!
Back to Patheways Home
© 2000 CDM Services