“I am Hubla the witch, and I hold in my palm the lives of men.
Blood shall flow that I may not thirst; and the white dove shall flutter in the net at my command.
I am the ruler of the night, and the things that fly in the darkness.
And the things that crawl are mine, and jewels and gold are to me as grains of sand.
I alone hold the flower of death, I alone read the scroll of days.
Come, hatred and strife, that Hubla may have joy.
Come, devils and men, and work my will.
Come, you fair Queen, and you white maid, you, stranger, and you, priest of Hed.
Here by my brew I sit and sing;
Come ye and do my pleasuring.”