Conxuro
Mouchos, coruxas, sapos e bruxas
Demos, trasgos e diaños, espritos das nevoadas veigas
Corvos, pintigas e meigas, feitizos das menciñeiras
Podres cañotas furadas fogar dos vermes e alimañas
Lume das Santas Compañas, mal de ollo, negros meigallos
Cheiro dos mortos, tronos e raios
Oubeo do can, pregón da morte, fuciño do sátiro e pé de coello
Pecadora lingua da mala muller casada con home vello
Averno de Satán e Belcebú, lume dos cadavres ardentes
Corpos mutilados dos indecentes
Peidos dos infernais cús, muxido da mar embravescida
Barriga inútil da muller solteira
Falar dos gatos que andan á xaneira
Guedella porca da cabra mal parida
Con este fol levantarei as chamas de este lume que asemella ao do inferno
Fuxirán as bruxas a cabalo das súas escobas, índose bañar na praia das areas gordas
¡Oíde, oíde!
Os ruxidos que dan as que non poden deixar de queimarse na augardente
Quedando así purificadas
E cando este brevaxe baixe polas nosas gorxas
Quedaremos libres dos males da nosa ialma e de todo embruxamento
Forzas do ar, terra, mar e lume, a vos fago esta chamada
Si é verdade que tendes máis poder que a humana xente, eiquí e agora
Facede cos espritos dos amigos que están fora
Participen con nós de esta queimada
Spell
Owls, bats, toads, and witches
Demons, goblins, and devils, spirits of the misty meadows
Ravens, magpies, and sorceresses, spells of the healers
Rotten pierced canes, home of worms and vermin
Fire of the Holy Companies, evil eye, black magic
Smell of the dead, thunders, and lightning
Howl of the dog, omen of death, snout of the satyr and rabbit's foot
Sinful tongue of the bad married woman with an old man
Hell of Satan and Beelzebub, fire of burning corpses
Mutilated bodies of the indecent
Farts of infernal asses, bellow of the raging sea
Useless belly of the single woman
Talking of the cats that prowl in the night
Dirty offspring of the cursed goat
With this fire, I will raise the flames of this fire that resembles that of hell
The witches will flee on their brooms, going to bathe on the beach of the fat sands
Hear, hear!
The roars given by those who cannot stop burning in the spirit
Thus being purified
And when this brew goes down our throats
We will be free from the evils of our soul and all enchantment
Forces of air, earth, sea, and fire, I make this call to you
If it is true that you have more power than human beings, here and now
Let the spirits of friends who are outside
Partake with us in this burnt offering