THE SABBAT SONG
Sleep is waking, waking sleep
we ride the broom across the deep,
fair is foul, foul is fair
by bee and cat, by hound and hare,
the living die, and the dying live
we turn the shears and the sieve,
lightis darkness, darkness light
to fares through the mystic night,
up is down and down is up
to the seekers of the cauldron-cup,
lords are churls, and churls are lords
we leap across the bridge of swords,
birth is death and death is birth
we tread the paths beneath the earth,
Bride is Hag, and Hag is Bride
between the times we rage and ride,
day is niught and night is day
for fares on the witching way.
Eg 'Nam Thaigh An Cridh An Lamh.