Woe to you in defiance, By my tongue may it get you ,
May you be broken over the masons cliff
the world will be forced into ethereal darkness,
and pagan blood will emerge as a river ,

Evil,death short life, Derangement and madness on the fragile minds,
the curse of curses in sorrow beset,
Scorn disgrace malediction by churches and bells,
Your old frame dead and, lifeless will never a stir.

With none to wake your corpse, your limbs without a shroud!
The lying despoiler, into hell to be tormented,
In the depths of the whirlpool blowing,
twenty-one demons each tearing you asunder,

Where Fire and brimstone never fail to fall,
Your soul to Satan!

May Malphus make you,
I give you to Lucifer,

May Astaroth damn you to the stone of dirges,
to the well of ashes seven miles below hell,
and which they may break your bones.

In hell may you be
I bind you by grave injunctions of magic
from the river, back to the river.