The Sabbat

It is time to call up the serpents, 
The ones which hiss and bite with venom.
They live in the base of the tongue like demons
Awaiting the kiss of the devil.

On a night when the moon is dark
and the air bites cold
Go outside and gather the herbs:
The vine, the toad’s berry, the bramble;
Mix them with blood and spit.
Make the mark of the devil
On the left hand.

Conjuring the compass round
Call on the toad, the snake, the hound and the owl.
Dance and sing, hiss and howl.

“Horse and hattock! Horse and go! Horse and Pellatis, Ho Ho!”
These are the serpents who ride the witch-
The devil’s who twist words into storms and visions
They live in the base of the tongue like demons
Awaiting the kiss of the Devil.

A witch at her cauldron surrounded by monsters. Etching by Jan van de Velde II, 1626.

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