We ask the devil bring forth them pain
With sorrow and sighs and mickle shame
Willed to destroy all thy habit hold
All the consorts and bethren in fold.
Little good shall come to fore
For all the rest of years to score
Damning one for all in time
Those against thy path align
Force of air way to seed
Malaised in misery
Bring to breeze way of mind
Let Hex of Harm begin
Call to thy master do thine bid
Suffer them as they may live
And if by chance that they should die
Torment their souls in simple rhyme
Little good shall come to fore
For all the rest of years to score
Damning one for all in time
Those against thy path align
Force of air way to seed
Malaised in misery
Bring to breeze way of mind
Let Hex of Harm begin
With only a passing and whisper of words
In hopes to the casting to them with this curse
For all of the wicked that they have all done
And for the foulsome they now have become
Suffer the written all in this dark vow
Bringer of harm to come forth on them now
And if they let pass in a span without tear
Have drawn down upon them a muster of fear
Let you and yours that future may find
On each and everyone uncounted times
A jinx that is carried to one and for all
With this hex I will the devil to call