The Ancient Ways
The forest echoes with glee
As all gather today
It is the sabbat we praise
Our sacred words we will say
Spirits of the sky we beckon
The Goddess keeps us pure
Love and life are our virtues
Of that, our skeptics we can assure
Through time our blessed souls soar
Great events we have observed
Nature stands the test of time
The message we bring is forever preserved
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