Be gone, Empousa! Be gone! Be gone!
For I shall call upon my Lord Dionysos
who thwarts the devices and checks the power
that you might otherwise claim
over his Bacchants and initiates;
loathsome Empousa, who once was a slave
of the three-necked Goddess, until hate
and rebellion blossomed in your maggoty heart;
most hideous of your hideous sisters, Empousa
whose eyes are full of envy, division, and illness;
whose lolling tongue drips poison
more deadly than lies and rumors;
who can change your appearance at will
though always your single copper leg remains,
betraying your true identity to those who know;
Empousa who snatches children from their beds,
and does not return them alive;
who drags young men about to be married off
to your lair and copulates with them until
all of their beauty and vitality have been drained;
who appears to souls who have lost their way
and tries to lead them deeper into the darkness
and confusion of the underworld;
Dionysos defeated you Empousa
because he knew the secret meaning
of your true name, Onokōlē — and he will do it again!
It does not matter if you turn yourself into a mule,
a brazen bull, a beautiful woman, a dog,
or a bone-white snake, for he who is Lord of Life
will use your name against you, wicked spirit,
and transform you into a stinking pile of shit.
So be gone, Empousa! Be gone! Be gone!