Hated by most mortal men,

Aid me in my quest of fright,

Send to him thy occult night.

 

Spirits, demons, spectres, ghosts,

Things that dwell in mortal hosts,

Delight thyselves in his dismay.

Crush his soul, thou knowst the way.

 

Curse him, crush him, dash him, bash him,

Fill him with thy evil din;

Bend him, rend him, age him, rage him,

Fulfill therein thy every whim.

 

All these things I charge to thee;

As I will, so mote it be.