Hecate, Dark One, hear my plea
Bring swift justice now, I ask of thee
Right the wrongs that have been done
Avenge me now, oh Mighty one
Turn misfortune back to those
Who caused my problems and my woes
And heap upon them karmic debt
Lest they all too soon forget
Their wrongful actions, words and deeds
Don’t let them get away scot-free
Bring them forth from where they hide
Swift justice reaped with your scythe, I will abide
Hasten, Dark One, hear my plea
Do what it is I ask of thee
By the power of three, so mote it be!
