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.
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magickal ring.
and the witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candelmas dancing,
On May Eve and old Halloween.
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
Again witches gather in feast.
Thirteen is the coven`s array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere times and the ages began.
By sword or athame of power,
It`s compass between two worlds lies,
In the land of shades for that hour.
And the world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The great work of Magic is wrought.
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 and 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 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.
So be it in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By magick of old be it done.
If it harms none, Do what Thou Will!
Doreen Valiente: Witchcraft for Tomorrow, 1978