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Hear now the words of the witches, The secrets we hide in the night, When dark was our desterny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light.Mysterious Water and Fire, The Earth and the wide-ranging Air, By hidden quintessence we now them, And will keep silent and dare.The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of Winter and Spring, We share whit the life universal, Rejoice in the magical ring.Four times in the jear the Great Sabbat return, And the witches are seen, At Lammas en Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and old Halloween.When day-time and night-time are equal, When sun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, And witches gather and feast.Thirteen silver moons in a jear are, Thirteen is the coven's array, Thirteen times et Esbat make merry, For each golden jear and day.The power that was past down the age, Each time between woman and man, Each sentury into a ather, Ere time and the ages begin.When draw is the magical circle, By words or athame of power, It's compass between two words leas, In land of the shades for that hour.This world has no right then to now it, And the world of beyond will then nigth, The oldest of Gods are invoded there, The gread work of magic is right.For two are the magical pillers, That stand at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the voices devine.The dark and the light is seccession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddes: Of this our ancestors teach.By night he's the wild winds rider, The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades, By day he is the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades.She is yourthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barqeu, The bright silver lady of midnight, The drow who weaves spells in the dark.The master and mistress of magic, That dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immportal and ever-renewing, Whit power to free or to bind.So drink the good wine to the Old Gods, And dance and make love in their plaise, Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us, In peace at the end of our days.And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it Love that harms none, For this is the only commantment, By Magic of old, be it done.