Here Now The Words Of The Witches,
The Secrets We Hid In The Night,
When Dark Was Our Destiny's Pathway,
That We Now Bring Forth In The Light,
Mysterious Water And Fire,
The Earth And The Wide Ranging Air,
By Hidden Quentesense We Know Them,
But We Will Keep Silent And Dare,
The Birth And Re-Birth Of All Nature,
The Passing Of Winter And Spring,
We Share With Them Life Universal,
Rejoice In The Magickal Ring,
Four Times A Year,
The Great Sabbat Returns,
And The Witches Are Seen,
At Lammas, Candlemas,
On May Eve And Halloween,
When Daytime And Nightime Are Equal,
When The Sun Is At Its Greatest And Least,
The Four Lesser Sabbats Are Summoned,
The Witches Gather In Feast,
Thirteen Silver Moons A Year,
Thirteen In The Covens Array
Thirteen Times An Esbat Make Merry,
For Each Golden Year And A Day,
The Power Has Passed Down The Ages,
Each Between Women And Men,
Each Century Unto Another,
Ere Times The Ages Began,
When Drawn Is The Magickal Circle,
By Sword Or Athame Of Power,
Its Compass Between The Two Worlds Lies
In The Land Of The Shades Of That Hour,
Our World Has No Right To It,
The World Beyond Will Tell Naught,
The Oldest Of Gods Are Invoked There,
Where The Great Work Of Magick Is Wrought,
For Two Are The Mystical Pillars,
That Lay At The Gate Of The Shrine,
And For Two Are The Forces Of Nature
The Forms And The Forces Divine,
And Do What Thou Wilt Be The Challange,
So Be It In Love That Harms None,
For This Is The Only Commandment,
By Magick Of Old Be It Done,
Eight Words The Witches Creed Fulfil
If It Harms None So Be It Will.