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(Speech)

You say it cannot harm you because you do not believe

Yet, what you do believe is folly in the eyes of the one who seeks to cross you

Your beliefs are wrought from your mother’s lies

Your beliefs are born from your father’s arrogance

It is not your will that decides the spell

It is in the will of the worker

I walk at night time, three upon the clock

And bring I left hand works

Where the ravens rap and knock

I’ll call your name; you’ll do my will

You have no power here

Against my spittle skill

By the laws of all that dwell around us

Bound are you to its force

Wicked or benevolent, the will is with the witch

Let the dark within you run its course

Pazuzu, hear me

Pazuzu rush

Pazuzu Hatra

Pazuzu Ush