By ivy green and blazing flame,
I speak the holy Liberator’s name.
Away, Nekydaimones of grief and dread,
wandering spirits of the restless dead.

I bar the threshold, seal the gate,
no shadow here may linger or wait.
By wine poured pure upon the ground,
let living joy and light abound.

Thyrsos-bearing Dionysos, stand near;
let no unquiet shade come here.
Let every harmful phantom flee
to earth, to silence, to the sea.

Ash to ash and day to night,
I cast you out by sacred light.
No haunting whisper, curse, nor cry
shall cross this home while stars fill the sky.

Evoe! Evoe! The rite is sealed.
By vine and fire, let all be healed.