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 callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
