For devils have all power by a certain subtle art An art can permanently produce a true form Can bring about any permanent cure Impediments brought about by blessed magic charms
Master of all the Masters of the laws Second to nature, second to love Second to birth of wrath and death The feast of the blessed The feast of the future in us When the nights have circled over
As I linger in the waters As I wander through the ocean All this life is cold and dreary Painful here is every motion Come I pray thee, hither hasten, Hasten more that thou art needed From the shining of the new sun From the lighting of the full moon
I will set my face against the cross And destroy lies out of the midst of my people In whom there is a divine spirit arising Those persons are said to be weak, soon forgotten