Portrait Consecration
By fire and water I conjure thee
That there remain within thy frame
No adverse thought nor enmity
Blessed be thou cup of water
Hear my will, attend to me. As my word, so mote it be
Athamé, black-hilted knife
I see your powers glowing so bright
Blade of steel, bathed in seven seas
Ban such things as named by me
Shine through them, oh deadly foil
Spill their blood upon earthly soil
Hear my will, attend to me. As my word, so mote it be
Magic book of secret powers
Exorcised with water and fire
The pentacle and it runes are drawn
With these words of power
Book of words, book of deeds
Blessed be thou book of art
