and so

[Goat of Mendes]

By the power of witches and mages
By the power of crones and sages
By the moon and through its' stages
By the Sphinx and through the ages

By the night of sorrow
I see thy heart be hollow
I see thy blood turn black
I craft a curse upon your back
I take my revenge then leave it be
I take what you deem free
So let it be

North South East West
Spiders web shall bind him best
East West North South
Holds his limbs and stops his mouth
Seal his eyes and choke his breath
Wrap him 'round with ropes of death