‘t Is now the midnight hour,
I call upon the ancient power!
On the coming of the dawn:
Begone, begone, begone thou spawn!
I invoke the winds of East and West,
bring with you what for all is best!
By the cold of North and heat of South,
do feed each and every mouth!
From the Mother and from up high,
give us back our wings to fly.
Born in flesh, but soul supreme,
rise we shall on Moon’s cold beam.
Open the gates to evermore,
peace will reign and damned be war!
Cruel tyrants, harken well,
heed this creed or go to hell!
As is above, so be below,
In love’s embrace I bid you go.
Hear this spell of harmony.
Thus cast we, so mote it be!