Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the Witch’s Rune.
East, then South, West, then North.
Here come I to call you forth.
By the powers of land and sea,
Be obedient unto me.
Wand and pentacle, cup and sword,
Hearken ye unto my word.
Cord and censor, scourge and knife,
Waken all ye unto life.
Powers of the Witch’s blade,
Come ye as this charge is made.
Queen of the Summerlands, field and dell,
Send your power unto this spell.
Horned Hunter of the night,
Work my will, by magickal rite.
By all the might of Moon and Sun,
As I will, it shall be done.
By all the powers of land and sea,
As I say, So Mote It Be.
