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


Atham, 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