Circle Chants

Black Spirits and White, Red Spirits and Grey,
Come ye and join us, Come ye that may.
Around and around throughout and about,
The good come in and the ill keep out!

 

Spin the Wheel

Power of stone and power of earth,
Power that shapes our place of birth,
Spin the wheel of night and day, spin the wheel Evoh Hey.

Power of ice and water free,
Power that hides the depth of sea,
Weave the web of night and day, spin the wheel Evoh Hey.

Power of wind and power of air,
Power of mountains bleak and bare,
Turn the time of night and day, spin the wheel Evoh Hey.

Power of flame and power of fire,
Power of all our vast desire,
Light of dark and light of day, spin the wheel Evoh hey.

The Witches’ Rune

Darksome night and shining moon, East then South then West then North,
Hearken to the Witches’ Rune, ere I come to call thee forth.
Earth and water, air and fire, wand and pentacle and sword,
work ye unto my desire, hearken ye unto my word.
Cords and censer, scourge and knife, powers of the Witches’ Blade.
Waken all ye unto life, come ye as the charm is made.
Queen of heaven, queen of hell, with Horned hunter of the night,
lend your power onto this spell, work my will by magick rite.
By all the power of land and sea, by all the might of moon and sun.
As I do will so it shall be. Chant the spell and be it done.

The Mill of Majik

Air breathe and air blow, make the mill of majik go.
Work the will for which we pray,
Eko Eko Ay Ye Hay.

Fire flame and fire burn, make the mill of majik turn.
Work the will for which we pray,
Eko Eko Ay Ye Hay.

Water bubble, water boil, make the mill of majik toil.
Work the will for which we pray,
Eko Eko Ay Ye Hay.

Earth without and earth within, make the mill of majik spin.
Work the will for which we pray,
Eko Eko Ay Ye Hay.

Gods above and gods below, round about the circle go.
Work the will for which we pray,
Eko Eko Ay Ye Hay.

Conjuring Summer

Oh do not tell the priest of our art, for he would call it a sin,
But we will be in the woods tonight, a’conjuring summer in.
A’conjuring summer in, my firends, a’conjuring summer in.
For we will be in the woods all night a’conjuring summer in.

We bring you good news by word of mouth, for women, catle and corn.
For the sun is coming down to the south and will give us early morn.
Will give us early morn, my friends, will give us early morn.
For the sun is coming down to the south and will give us early morn.

Thrice Around

Thrice around the cauldron go,
Once for Virgin, pure as snow,
once for Maiden’s soft, sweet breath,
once for old hag, cold as death.
Thrice around the cauldron spin, that the rites may well begin.

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