Maiden, cast your circle white
Weave a web of glowing light,
Mother cast your circle red
Weave the strands of glowing thread
Old Crone, cast your circle black
Weave the wisdom that I lack
Earth and Air, Fire, Water
Bind us to thee. |
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Hail to the Guardians of the watchtowers
of the North, Spirits of the Earth, I call upon thee, to guard
my circle and my rites, Welcome my lady, my lord of the Earth.
Hail to the Guardians of the watchtowers of the East, Spirits
of the Air, I call upon thee, to guard my circle and my rites,
Welcome my lady, my lord of the Air.
Hail to the Guardians of the watchtowers of the South, Spirits
of the Fire, I call upon thee, to guard my circle and my rites,
Welcome my lady, my lord of the Fire.
Hail to the Guardians of the watchtowers of the West, Spirits
of the Water, I call upon thee, to guard my circle and my rites,
Welcome my lady, my lord of the Water. |
