Owls, owls, frogs and witches.
Demons, goblins and devils,
spirits of the misty plains.
Crows, pintigas and witches,
spells of the menciñeiras.
Rotten pierced canyons,
home of worms and vermin.
Fire of the holy Companies.
Evil eye, black witches,
smell of the dead, thunder and lightning.
I hear it from the dog, proclamation of death;
satyr's snout and rabbit's foot.
Sinful tongue of the bad woman
married to an old man.
Averno of Satan and Beelzebub,
fire of burning corpses,
mutilated bodies of the indecent,
farts of the infernal cus,
milking the raging sea.
Useless belly of the single woman,
talk about cats walking in January,
guedella poorly bred goat nut.
With this bellows, I will lift the flames of this fire
which resembles that of hell
and the witches shall flee on their brooms,
going swimming on the beach of the fat sands.
Listen, listen! the roars that give those
they can’t stop burning themselves
in the brandy thus being purified.
And when this brew goes down our throats,
we will be free from evil
of our soul and of all witchcraft.
Air, Earth, Sea and Fire Forces,
to you I make this call:
If it is true that you have more power than human people,
here and now, make the spirits of friends who are out,
join us in this burn.
Author: Mariano Marcos de Ábalo
