By fire and water I conjure thee

That there remain within thy frame

No adverse thought nor enmity

Blessed be thou cup of water

Hear my will, attend to me. As my word, so mote it be

Athamé, black-hilted knife

I see your powers glowing so bright

Blade of steel, bathed in seven seas

Ban such things as named by me

Shine through them, oh deadly foil

Spill their blood upon earthly soil

Hear my will, attend to me. As my word, so mote it be

Magic book of secret powers

Exorcised with water and fire

The pentacle and it runes are drawn

With these words of power

Book of words, book of deeds

Blessed be thou book of art