Hear now the word of the Witches, the secrets we hid in the night,
Mysterious Water and Fire, The Earth and the wide-ranging Air,
The birth and rebirth of all Nature, the passing of Winter and Spring,
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat, returns, and the Witches are seen,
When daytime and nighttime are equal, when sun is at greatest and least,
Thirteen silver moons in a year are, thirteen is the Covens array,
The power has passed down the ages, each time between woman and man
When drawn is the Magickal circle, by sword or athame of power,
Our world has no right to know it, and the world beyond will tell naught,
For two are the mystical pillars, that stand at the gate of the shrine,
And do what thou wilt be the challenge, so be it in love that harms none,
Eight words the Witches Rede fulfill:
When dark was our destinys pathway, That now we bring forth in the light.
By hidden Quintessence we know Them, and we will keep silent and dare.
We share with the life Universal, rejoice in the Magical Ring
At Lammas and Candelas dancing, on May Eve and old Halloween
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned, again Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry, for each golden year and a day.
Each century unto the other, ere times and the ages began.
Its compass between two worlds lies, in the land of shades of that hour.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there, the great work of Magic is wrought.
And two are the powers of Nature, the forms and the forces divine.
For this is the only commandment, By Magick of old be it done.
If it Harms none, Do what Thou Will!