The True Frost -

(Invocation) “Three curses I throw upon you And just as three-fold ice All ferocious spirits and everything grim grabs Full of grief and nasty warts You wretched soul – hell has called you now!” (Declaration) You have been indiged By our court Time is right To seal your fate A black magick rite The ancient spell For you my foe Spoken is your doom (Curse) “Away wimps, the powerful come Cliffs stagger, the world trembles Stormy weather bursts out, the powerful come Evil I wish unto your chest That poisonous adders gnaw at your heart That your ears forever be dumb And your eyes turn inside out!” (Ritual) In the dead of a starless, awful, cold night After the ceremony of the slaughtered horse Deep the heart of your home I stab the stick Carved with archaic symbols of death, topped with a severed horse-head Horse-head is gazing with dead empty eyes Through your mind and right into you subconscious (Magical effects) Deadly destructive powers of the underworld Streaming out if the soil into my stick Up to the horse-head transforming energy Radiating materialized hatred, as rays of black light Horse eyes now agleam with infernal wrath Will persecute you wherever you may go The three-headed thurse to crush your soul The three winters of ice to freeze you in stillness Neidstange!! (Curse continued) “Dwarfs, beasts and witches shall burn your house Giants shall hate you, steeds shall violate you Straw shall pierce you, storm shall tangle you Woe to you if you do not my will! Six come here: Say their names! Decode them all – I show them to you If you do not know as I put it right So vanish in Hel’s domain, ripped apart by dogs!” “Your soul, though, may sink into hell!”