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Witches Creed
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 into 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 magical 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 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 covens array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
for each golden year and day.
The power was passed down through the ages,
each time between woman and man,
each century unto another,
er time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
by sword or athame of power,
its compass between the two worlds lies
in the land of the Shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
the world of 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,
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 Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
the dweller in the green forest glades.
She is the 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 a mistress of Magic
the 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 Elphames fair land shall receive us
in the 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!
the secrets we hid in the night,
when dark was our destiny's pathway,
that now we bring forth into 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 magical 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 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 covens array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
for each golden year and day.
The power was passed down through the ages,
each time between woman and man,
each century unto another,
er time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
by sword or athame of power,
its compass between the two worlds lies
in the land of the Shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
the world of 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,
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 Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
the dweller in the green forest glades.
She is the 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 a mistress of Magic
the 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 Elphames fair land shall receive us
in the 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!
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