By the sacred earth on which I kneel,
By the shades that wander, hear me,
By the deep and eternal grief I feel,
I swear; I swear...

And by thee, O Night,
And the spirits that preside over thee,
I swear; I swear
To pursue my demon,
Until he or I shall perish.

And I call on you spirits of the dead
And on you, wandering ministers of vengeance,
To aid and conduct me in my work.
Let the cursed and hellish monster drink deep of agony.
Let him feel the despair that now torments me.

Again do I vow vengeance
Again do i promise thee,
Miserable fiend, to destroy thee.

And then with ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth
And my departed friends.

The spirits of the dead hover round,
And drive me to revenge.