Break thy honor and thy word,
Ill got gains will sour thy curd,
Wilt thy bones and clot thy blood,
Thus will end the evil flood.
Blessing to the wounded one,
Justice shine forth as the sun,
Smite the guilty and the mean,
Vengence let the slate wipe clean.
Pay them as they so deserve,
Innocence and life preserve.
Sow the seed and reap the fruit,
Leaf and bark and branch and root.
- by Nydhu (samhain, 2001)