’Tis Hallowe’en of all the year
Dark Hecate doth hold most dear
Wherefore we Witches gather here
To celebrate old Hallows
Mistress of Death and Sorcery
Attend our Sabbat revelry!
Dread Lord of Shadows, with us be
To celebrate old Hallows!
In the waning moonlight
In the dead of night
As white as bone
Is the reaping Crone
The Witches’ New Year doth begin
Proclaimed by voices on the wind
Attendant spirits, welcome in
To celebrate old Hallows!
As Witches met in ages past
At Summer’s End their spells to cast
So are we met this night at last
To celebrate old Hallows!
In the waning moonlight
In the dead of night
As cold as stone
Is the reaping Crone
’Tis Hallowe’en of all the year
Your Isadora holds most dear
Come, Witches All, and join me here
We’ll raise the dead at Hallows!
