O blessed bull-horned Dionysos,
Master of Spirits, Averter of Misfortune,
hear me in this hour.

Drive far from me the Nekydaimones,
the restless dead who wander without peace,
the whispering shadows that cling to sorrow,
fear, madness, and decay.

By your thyrsos crowned with pine,
by the roaring dance of your holy companions,
by the wine that restores life to the weary soul,
cast out all baneful spirits and unclean phantoms.

Let the doors of my dwelling be sealed in sacred joy.
Let laughter, music, fire, and fellowship
be stronger than every haunting gloom.

May the kindly Ancestors be honored and at rest,
while all hostile shades are driven away
to the silent places beneath the Earth.

O son of the dragon Zeus and infernal Persephonē,
surround me with your midnight light,
so that nothing impure may draw near.
Grant me courage in the night,
clarity in the mind,
and peace in the soul.

Evoe, Lord of the Labyrinth Dionysos;
let no wicked spirit prevail where your vine has taken root.