In this circle of hearts and linked hands: arise, arise the witching Power in the Land! Flow forth the tears of passion and lust, woven by Love and sewn by Trust, as Lightning falls from Sky to Earth the Cauldron within our flesh goes burst! Pale milk runs over warm wet thighs and Starlight shines from mist-filled eyes. Prophecies spoken, omens are read, we share the meal of red wine and dark bread. We thank the Watchers at the Compass' edge and cross back over the thorny Hedge.
Hie hoe, thither go, Hie hoe hither be, Forward and back on the crooked track, Wandering upon the great twisting Tree.