Ars Goetia

Set the evocation
To summon the seventy-two
Visualize the bronze vessel
Say these words
Thee I evoke the bornless one
The terrible and invisible God
Come thou forth and follow me now

When the Moon’s eight
The dukes of hell
Open the gates
Your names I yell

Astaroth, belial
I evoke you from the depth of hell
I’ve bound you with this ancient spell
Vapula, malphas
I evoke you from the depth of hell
I’ve bound you with this ancient spell

Under the four great kings
Ruling the elements
Are the 72 you now rule
A sceptre, a sword, a mitra, a cap
A white tunic with no flap
Draw the seal on a scroll