All language subtitles for Hrafn Gunnlaugsson - Witchcraft (Bootleg - Unrated Version)~(Icelandic with English Subs)

My Lord God, why do you not listen to me?
Cast your gaze upon me, a soldier of God.
There is justification.

PRINCE OF DARKNESS

Respond to your soldier.
Why are you deaf towards me?

In the middle of January I directed that
I be taken to the Bishop of Iceland, because
of the pact I had made with the Devil.

The help of the Bishop has been my only hope
for deliverance from the torment of Hell.

Why does he have a gun?

He has been determined not to be taken by
the Devil. He fought with the Devil in the

church, in the home, in the animal
quarters, and even in the manure pile.

Yes, especially in the manure pile.

He says that the Devil
has come for his soul.

He has taken up his pistol . . .
and aiming at the door.

Pastor Jon, I have brought you Holy Gifts.

It is I, Bishop Brynjolfur

He will not deter for any other objective.
The Devil has come to get me.

If he takes you, then for the rest of
us all more there is no salvation.

You have shown more zeal in your struggle
with the Prince of Darkness than anyone else.

For this the Lord will reward you.

I . . . I made a pact with his envoy.

I . . . I sold my soul to the Evil One.

Only you are able to implore
the Lord to forgive me.

If your wish is to assuage your soul,
then I will hear you out.

I . . . here is my confession. I wrote it
with the blood . . . of my heart.

If the Lord God sees the confession which I
have written in this book, he will forgive me.

A narration of loathsome
temptations, which the Devil planted
in my body to destroy my soul.

Anno Domini 1658. I, Jon
Magnusson, a soldier of God,

- In this graduation class our best pupil
- . . . has lain in bed in very poor health

- . . . Studies went well for him
- . . . and for almost 50 years,
- . . . all with excellent results.

. . . I have called on the Lord
to have mercy on me.

And to recover I was forced by deceit
to sell my soul to the Evil One.

And because of this the Lord rejected me.

Lord, you that fought with the
Evil One Satan in heaven and
cast him into the depths of Hell.

Your soldier at your feet asks for protection
and promises to fight with Lucifer on earth

and to expose sorcerers of the Devil so that
the Kingdom of God spreads throughout the
world and that Good is victorious.

In your letter it is written that you will
take as your wife Thorkatla, the
widow of your predecessor.

How old is Thorkatla?

Women are like wine, the older
the better they are.

The Lord has become angry, his wrath is seen
everywhere. The wrath of God has laid waste
to entire villages and . . . and . . . and the

weak have been damned. And it has been
horrible. So horrible that . . . that . . .
that it cannot be expressed in words.

The Lord has released the Devil into the world
such that, the Devil, in a word, the world is

the Devil and the Devil is the world, as said
by the great reformer, the teacher Luther.

You graduates must save simple people from
drunkeness and dalliance in dancing and
Catholic heresy, which reduces existence to

a den of rogues. You must safeguard the
church of God from submersion into the
abyss of the pagan heresy of Odin, Thor, and

the perils of celebacy. Forward into battle.
You are the soldiers of God.

A soldier of God.

Forward into battle!

My joy on that day was without limit, until
the Lord reminded me of the deeds of the
Prince of Darkness and the specter of death,

by which authorities punish women disregarding
the divine for the sake of the flesh and
falling into the temptations of the Devil.

The Lord unleashed his wrath laying waste to
entire villages. And at each place of refuge
thronged the destitute emaciated by hunger

amidst wolves and rogues, the means of which
their crimes were recompensed with starvation.

Take me with you.

The Lord will reward you.

Wait. Wait.

The Lord will punish you.

This gust of wind was strange.

billowing snow as though snorted by a beast.

But when I managed to fall asleep a thought
occurred to me. The Tempter-Devil was making
his way sneaking through this wasteland.

A soldier of God had been cast
alone into the wilderness.

The deprivation was so severe that it seemed
to me that the grace of God had abandoned the
people of our land and each of us is doomed to

starvation. This wretched impoverished
woman, who lay here freezing to death,
moved by maternal love, covered her children

with pitiful rags. She is
worthy of God's blessing.

I asked the Lord not to abandon me. Still
before me was a long journey of many days

in the most foul weather. Could it
truly be that God has forgotten Iceland?

My heart filled with divine joy when I saw
through the storm the church of my new parish.

Bewitch. Bewitch.

Drink.

Dance. Let's dance.

Let's drink. Let's drink.
And get drunk. Good and drunk.

Let's drink. Drink up.

Let's drink.

Drink. Drink.

Get Satan out of the house of the Lord.

Who the Hell are you?

I am a soldier of God.

Well . . . soldier. Have a drink.

Well, soldier. Have a drink.

Drink. Well, drink.

What is this?!

You have reduced the house of my Father
to a den of rogues.

An abyss will swallow up this church.

I was young and inexperienced. I did not have
a grip on things. But then my eyes opened
and I understood that the fury rushing into

me was an initial assault by the Devil. The
Devil had affixed himself into the
very foundation of the church.

Where shall I put his things?

A marriage contract.

You are so young. And so beautiful.

How old were you when your husband died?

Welcome, you my new husband.

So, you are not . . . ?

She is in our employ. She
cleans up the spittle in the church.

I am Pall Palsson in your employ and church
sexton. We were simply having a good time.

A good time in the church of God with Lucifer.

We had waited such a long time for you.

The pastor's wife had given us permission.

Snorri, my son.

Come greet your new papa.

So very quiet.

He is now master in this house.

Then I shall take back my pillow.

Are you tired? There is so
much work for us to do.

The widow of my predecessor took care
of me as befits an exemplary spouse.

But I still did not understand the words of
the Bishop that wine becomes better with age.

Henceforth, do not help me look
after my husband. Otherwise . . .

The pastor's wife will
please him with her "hole".

Henceforth, take care over how
you express yourself. From now on
you are no longer in our employ.

A hole she now uncovers
guards against the holes of others.

Her hole no longer frail
in love with her virgin male.

You do not want for a loss of words.

I have seen angels of the Lord in my dreams,
but now one of them seems to have appeared
before me on earth. Her aroma stimulated

my sense of smell, filled with the fragrance
of fresh hay and the breath of spring.

I was filled with veneration and desired to
express words of veneration expressing my
admiration of a creature of God.

And to accomplish a great deed, a miraculous
deed in the name of all gracious God.

Why is it she who resides in my heart
and not the wife you have given me?

When I look a her, desire torments me.
Her fragrance wafts into my dreams.

And when she opens her
mouth, I hear divine sounds.

What's wrong with you?

You are wet.

A husband and wife are one flesh. A single
body. So it is written in the holy scripture.

In this difficult moment a commentary from
the teacher Luther on the word of God came
to my assistance. Husband and wife are one

in the soul, but the body belongs to Satan,
and Satan catches man in a web of sin and
forces him to take pleasure in his frail

flesh so that he becomes destined for the
flames of Hell. I desired that my wife

understand that God would be pleased
if I slept with my legs opposing her.

Frida, my doggy, come here.

Where are my father and brother?

They said that they no
longer serve the virgin.

Mama?

They don't serve me either.

Frida.

Come here, come here.
Here my doggy.

In Heaven there is no frigid weather.
No illness, no catching cold.

The tables there are piled with blood
sausage, lush raisins, liver sausage
with sugar, and ham aged with fat.

And there for everyone there
will be plenty of sweets, beer,
clear wine, and dried cod.

But in Hell there will be bowls filled with
fiscid scum. There'll be no meat and nothing
to drink but the bitter tears of sinners.

Disease will take over the flesh, and the
torture will be so intolerable that

your eyes will protrude from their sockets
when the flesh gets seared in hellish fire.

I say to you women that one moment
in Hell will be far more intolerable,

than the pain of childbirth
lasting a thousand years.

Amen. Amen.

Her hole no longer frail
In love with her virgin male

Takes pleasure out of sight
In the dark of the night.

At the height of the singing my wife's face
became contorted as though stricken by a
sudden illness, and at that time it did not

occur to me that the cause of her perturbation
was loathsome, indecent runes, which somone
had written in her prayer-book.

Luther says that we are lackeys at the
coaching inn of Satan. The world is his whore
and our feelings are his offspring.

In our earthly lives the almighty Lord has
prepared for us ordeals, and he has released
the Devil into the world for he wishes to

determine how weak we are in spirit
and our capability to be his worshipers.

And the Devil employs temptations for
the flesh in order to cast us into Hell.

Ah, you a doll of the Devil. The indecent
runes were done by your hand. You apostate.

And a sinful life gives Satan the possibility
to tempt us sinners, who are nothing
other than worms in a pile of manure . . .

You worthless bitch! You animal!

. . . and grime in the Devil's rectum. Amen.

The mother came to mass with
Thuridur and her suitor, but the
father and brother did not come.

Thank you.

He is very talented.
We should congratulate him.

I soon found out what had happened.

The indecent runes in my wife's
prayer-book were written by
Thuridur's brother, Pall Palsson,

but Thuridur had to endure a scolding
from my wife and leave our employ.

It was all because of Pall the Younger.

In our house.

I know his words.

"A hole no longer frail."

And what is my man thinking of doing?

Merciful God, give me strength to save the
honor of the wife that you have given me.

So that I can punish slanderers
heaping abuse on others.

And to compensate that
with her we are not one flesh.

He has turned up here.
That devil of a virgin.

Offer the soldier some boiled meat.
He deserves something for his good work.

You ought to have your hand cut off.

What is that about?

You do not recognize your
handwriting, you lecher?

I came to help you apologize for your
delinquency and be pardoned by my wife.

So to you it matters little that
that old hole drove off my sister?

You devil!

So you invoke the Devil? For that you lose
all your privileges in the church. All!

You dog! Away with you!
Out of here, out, out!

You are driving me off?

Away with you!

Hold your tongue. You
are pointing me to the door?

Let's throw the virgin out.

And remember. You come again and
you will get the same reception.

Come to me.

He has fallen asleep.

That night in no way did I close my eyes.

I had to look at how sinners indulge their
flesh in such excess I could not even think
of in the darkest corner of my mind.

Though the demon of lust tormented my flesh,
I in no way gave in, and I endeavered to
concentrate my thoughts on the word of God.

On my way home I did not take joy in my
victory in that Thuridur said that Pall the
Younger had agreed to seek pardon for his

indecent verse in front of the entire
congregation. After all, I will have to
prepare myself for the difficult task of

trying to persuade my wife to reconcile with
the outcome, so she forgives that which is
impossible to forgive.

Let me rest in peace, woman.

At the bottom of our conjugal bed a staff
turned up on which was carved pagan runes.
That means that he had lain between us.

That was his work. Those foul runes chill the
desire of a man and woman to become one body.

What God does not do so everything is for the
better. God gave me this staff of sorcery as

irrefutable evidence that accomplices of
the Devil wished to ruin my marriage.

And to entice me in a snare of sin by
which the Devil entangles those who
deviate from their lawful wife.

My wife had to endure terrible
abuse where someone strove to
hurt her honor with this verse:

"Her hole no longer frail,
In love with her virgin male,
takes pleasure out of sight,

In the dark of the night."

The perpetrator of this obscenity desires to
ask for forgiveness. If the intent is from a
clean heart, my wife and I shall forgive you.

So now Pall Palsson the Younger,
before the entire congregation,

Come forth.

Say, "I am deeply remorseful that
I tainted my soul with filth,"

I am deeply remorseful that
I tainted my soul with filth,

- "against this upright and guiltless woman."
- against this upright and guiltless woman.

"And this I swear to the Lord, and I
summon his anger and punishment,"

And this I swear to the Lord, and I
summon his anger and punishment,

"If I have occupied myself with
any other kind of sorcery."

- If I have occupied myself with any . . .
- "With any other kind of of sorcery!"

"Any other kind of sorcery!!"

These runes are foul pagan symbols,
written with blood from the rectum
of the Devil in order to torment.

The only begotten son said,
"Get out from me, Satan, get out!"

But you a diabolical sorcerer say,
"Come to me, Satan. Come to me,
Satan. Come to me, Satan!"

"Give me the strength for
the destruction of life."

These satanic runes, did you carve them?

No.

These runes are for treatment.
The pastor's wife knows this.

Tell him.

You. You traitor!

What?

Why run off?

And so his accomplice is also leaving.
Or perhaps he is the principal
instigator of mortal sin?

If this verse about the pastor's
wife is mortal sin . . .

then the majority of us sitting here are
sinners. You know, that is how they
talk about this respectable lady.

Mama!

Mama!

Call off your messenger to the magistrate.

I beg of you. You are after all good, and you
know God is merciful. My father and brother
said what they did out of a fit of anger.

What has befallen you?

I cannot go against you. You are my pastor.
And I have come to you, I hold you in respect,
and I wish to walk on the path of God.

Forgive them. It is what Christ would do.

I am not Christ.

I know that you can save them. It is
right that you desire to do so.

Do you not trust me?

This is the house of God
and not a place of evil.

I will do anything that pleases God.

I don't want this.

God wants this.

Think of the souls of
your father and brother.

No, you must not.

I serve him.

I know what is pleasing to God.

Thuridor . . .

I have good intentions.

An abyss of sin is opened by Satan when he
feels that he cannot get us with trickery.

Then he catches people with netting of
which there is nothing more effective

than corporal desires
swirling around in their body.

Thuridur came to entangle me in a net of sin
of the flesh in order to save her father and
brother from the magistrate, Magnus Magnusson

for whom I sent and who
serves our sovereign king.

Magnus with his erudition gained recognition
even abroad. And he married a well-bred
lady from Heidelberg. He was a brilliantly

educated jurist, and it was said that he was
more willing than others at employing
scorching-hot tongs at interrogations.

Christina?

Stop here.

Christina.

Here is some cloth. Hold on.

- How is the baby?
- It's moving. '

Sinners. Confess. Confess.
Confess. Confess. Confess.

I confess. I confess. I confess.

Do you agree with everything that I have said?

- Yes, I agree with everything in
order that . . . .
- With everything that I've said.

Yes.

And you?

Do you also wish that your soul
will be saved on Judgment Day?

I wish that I be forgiven.

But do you confess to sorcery?

Yes.

You have become witnesses to a miracle.

A miracle. They have confessed.

And now I forgive them, forgive
them with all my heart.

Let's pray together and express
our gratitude to the Lord.

I am grateful to you God that I
shall live and not be put to the fire.

I am grateful to you God - these unfortunate
men will be considered worthy of eternal life
after they take their punishment here.

You said that our confession
would save us from the fire.

Do not anger God. Your confession does not
save your body from execution but your soul
from the Devil. And the manner of execution

for your physical body has been prescribed
by an official of our sovereign king
based on your confession. Amen.

You promised. You traitor.

Watch what you say, you blasphemer.

I exposed envoys of the Devil and with
neither torture nor interrogation opened
their heart for confession.

And this thought came to me: Father, give
me strength so that in the future I can
accomplish good works under your direction.

Go lie down and rest. It would be better
for you not to view the execution.

The waves will wash the coals into the sea,
and then there is less risk that ash remains.
Now it is low tide.

The relatives of condemned must take care so
that there is enough firewood, but the slower
they burn, the more time for them to repent.

Our teacher Luther called a slow and
agonizing death a bathing for the soul.

The conduct of the magistrate indicated that
the matter seemed to him in no way remarkable
though the condemned themselves confessed.

The horse has enough.

He won't hold any more.

Thuridor. Thuridor.

Do not dispair. Pray to
God so he will save them.

- The Lord opened their hearts. '
- No other punishment awaits them.

No hot tongs.

Nothing.

I pass judgment on these
unfortunate men with all severity,
which later cannot be rescinded.

To save them from the fire, tell
me before I read sentencing.

This is a book from abroad on the Devil
and the demons watching over Hell.

No one knows where their possession leads

At first to detestable runes.

Here the Devil copulates with a girl

The Devil is not only a lover of wanton women,
he is a father by raping them,

and then he becomes a son that she nurses,
the son that sucks milk from her breasts.

This book is intended exclusively for
scholars and is forbidden to the masses.

I would like some honey.

What?

That simpleton with the gun
resembles a fat sausage.

He is the stepson of Pastor Jon.

We should be respectful.

It seems to me as though
nothing really happened.

It's the Devil.

I saw the Devil.

- My lovely child. '
- Don't touch my eye.
- His eye is all bloody.

The Devil wanted to break loose their bounds.

My child.

He jumped straight at
the gun, and it went off.

- That gun can kill any beast in the woods.
- It was loaded with a silver ball. '
Only silver is effective against the Devil.

You must save him.

Show us what you can do.

Water.

I'll heat some.

This is my father and my brother.

Mama, I don't see anything.

Give me the gun.
He, what? Took the gun?

Don't leave.

Save them.

Could it be that this angel is a tool of the
Devil in order to lead me into temptation?

And to save the vile sorcerers from the
punishment that they deserve?

Or is she really the queen of angels?

Is she doing things only out of
love for her father and brother?

Help me, Lord, to distinguish
one from the other.

The Devil knows more than I.

Is it really obligatory to burn them?

If I do not carry out my responsibility in all
due diligence, a man like Pastor Jon will
certainly complain to the higher authorities.

If he wishes to mitigate the sentence,
he will let me know about it in church.

These two unfortunate men, Pall the Younger
and Pall the Elder, confessed without reserve
to cutting on a staff foul pagan signs to

undermine the health of Pastor Jon Magnusson
with the purpose of tormenting him to take
possession of his supply of provisions and

to gain ecclesiastical privileges.

They confessed to their guilt and are sentenced
to be consumed to ash in a blazing fire.
No one should turn their eyes away from this.

I ask the Lord to open up his arms to your
souls, just as I now open them up to you.

We will run off.

Save me from the fire.
You promised to save me.

You very well know how much strength I
exerted to save your souls from eternal
burning in the fires of Gehenna.

I do not want to be burned.

The Lord is merciful.

Earthly fire is only a weak tickling up
against the flames of Hell, which are so
terrible that in comparison any

other torment would be pleasant.

You forced us to confess.
You traitor, you . . .

Do not let the Devil take control over your
tongue now when you must repent.

I have never betrayed anyone. I have
only helped, and so this is your gratitude.

Save them. You promised to save them.

Devil . . . you Devil.

Satan. Truly Satan.

Magistrate!

Pastor Jon promised me to save my father
and brother from the fire. Tell your husband
that he is a traitor to them.

He promised to save them. Help me.

I would be glad to help, but I cannot.

- Do not use up all the brush. '
- He said for them to burn slowly.

We have gathered here to witness what kind of
punishment awaits those who've lost faith and
those who've sold themselves to the Evil One.

Merciful God, take them to you quickly.
Do not let them suffer long in the fire.

Forgive them.

Take them quickly.

One does not burn either
in this world or in that world.

Behold the wondrous work of the Lord.
Good conquers all.

Here God's will has been done.

Burn, you Devils!

No!

- Quiet, you scoundrels! '
- Suffer, you who are damned!

No one should avert their eyes.

I want to leave.

This is what remains of Pall the Younger.

I kept wondering as to why yet
alive he ran out of the fire.

And it seemed as though the
voice of God whispered to me,

"He did not run out. The fire rejected
him out of sheer disgust.

It was repulsive to the
fire to burn that sorcerer."

Now ashes, entirely.

This?

He made it?

A cap, lady's.

Silk.

Pastor Jon out of generosity
has left this cap for the girl.

When I looked at Thuridur with her cap, I saw
around her a black halo, similar the one in
the book that the magistrate had shown me.

That halo is a threat to the kingdom of God,
which I desired to serve in on earth.

This was the first sign from the grace of God
that the bitch was involved in sorcery and
that the spells had in no way been dispelled.

The day has been difficult. You are strong.
Now it is for you to support your betrothed
so that she does not fall into dispair.

Can that be so difficult?

A man sharing a bed with the same
woman that the Devil does
becomes in league with the Devil.

He himself then gets entangled with him,

and around her head a
black halo can be seen.

Sveinn, we must work
together and help Thuridur.

If she does anything that seems suspicious,
do not fear but tell me about it.

What might she do?

That is for you to judge.
I am relying on you.

I know about enlightenment of the mind where
an indestructive joy in exposing delusions
gives earthly eyes a spiritual vigilance

and these eyes see the Finger of God.

That night before my mind's eye
appeared Thuridur pressing her
dog up against her breasts.

At first I did not understand why, but just
as a baby is instilled with its mother's love
from her milk, which in full measure fuses the

essence of the mother to the baby, so the dog
is infused with the power of Thuridur's
sorcery, and my body was poisoned

so that I could not be one flesh with
the wife that the Lord had sent me.
- Seems like the spells are no more.

I felt in my body an abomination of sorcery,
though those serving the Devil
were totally destroyed by fire.

However if they were not totally consumed,
that is, if the fire did not want to burn
them completely but leave behind ashes?

A dog found something in the ash.
With this understanding my earthly
ears then detected heavenly sounds.

And the voice of God whispered, "Her father
and brother became easy gain for the Devil.
She learned from them her art, and now

the bitch searches their burned entrails
in order to perfect her sorcery.

Burn them again."

And again I felt an invincible joy
in my heart and a dispersion of lust.

Because now I walk the path of the Lord.

I summoned Thuridor to me in order to
ascertain that she does not acquire the form

of a wolf and that she does not ride
on her dog to the Sabbaths.

My heavenly Father,

give me strength to protect my
beautiful angel from Lucifer

so that she does not get
accused and brought to trial.

Could the Devil have taken her
charms and beauty into this service?

I will do whatever it takes to determine this.
And I shall proceed however it pleases you
to thoroughly test her as your behest directs.

I prayed for you all night.

This is a test.

It is said in the Bible that if a girl
becomes close to the Devil, around
her a black halo will be visible.

If she shares her bed with the Devil, then
on her private parts there will be a sign.

This is a test.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

I am helping you.

When you put on the cap that the magistrate
with my permission gave you, I saw around you

a black halo, just like the crown
around the moon as in the book.

A black eagle has come down
here, and I stand next to him.

You summoned me in order to tell me this?

I will speak to you clearly.

It seems to me that inside you
there is some kind of impediment.

It is not a hymen.

There is something else there.

It is something from within.

Show before God your innocence.

If in that place there is no mark of the Devil
then you have nothing to fear, and the black
halo about you will disappear without a trace.

I love you, I love you, lovely creature of
God. I thirst for you, I am charmed by you,
I want to be with you always.

You will assist me in good works. Why would I
marry you with Sveinn and forget about this?

What is it you want?
To take me as your mistress?

Do not use such words.

Thorkatla drove me off, and
you stared after me indifferently.

- We will find . . . '
- Will she be glad if I return?

We will think of something to get rid of her.

How?

She simply came to me as part of the parish.
She is old, sickly, and frail.

Are you planning on divorcing her?

At that time I will have to
leave my position. I promise the
future for us. It will not take long.

You promised to save my father and brother.

The magistrate was cowardly.
He issued the verdict, not I.

You could have withdrawn your accusation.

I tried however I could to convince the
magistrate, but he only reiterated that
they themselves confessed.

They confessed to sorcery.

The magistrate was only doing
his duty. I turned to you, . . . my
spiritual master, because

I thought that I could believe
you and that you . . . are decent.

So now you doubt my decency. But when you
wanted to save the sorcerers from
punishment, you were not so cold.

They were my father and brother.
Now I have no papa, nothing to lose,
you cannot buy me.

Don't let the Devil poison your reason.

Who is the Devil?
It is you who is the Devil.

Hold your tongue.

The Lord sees everything.

Do not compel me to fulfill my responsibility
and lodge an accusation against you. I pardon
you if you do not know what you are saying.

I would sacrifice my
position in order to kiss you.

I feel cold. I see around you a black
halo. Devilish whore, take your
pleasure with the Devil without limit, but

you will not seduce me! Whore!
Strumpet! Away! Away!

Get-on-out . . . Sa-tan!

You bitch of darkness!

I for the first time felt a disgust towards
the word of God. Loathsome thoughts came into
my brain, just as though an abyss of sin gaped

wide open, desiring to swallow me.

Do not lure into a
net of sin my papa.

You bitch!

Frida!

Pastor Jon said that I must prove
that I am not intimate with the Devil.

Why?

He sees around me a black halo.

Like in that book?

If something creeps into your spirit
without your knowledge, Pastor Jon
alone is the one who can cleanse it.

He offered to cleanse me.

How?

By sleeping with me.

The lecher.

Do you want this?
Have you done so with him?

Do you not understand
what kind of person I am?

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.

I will not let this go.

He yet does not know whom he is dealing with.

I will take him to court.
The lecher.

I try to divest myself of loathsome
temptations, tirelessly repeating
these words of consolation,

"The lamb of God sitting on
God's throne has mercy on me."

If I should say something disagreeable
to God, then sew up my mouth.

I feared that my tongue may
again issue indecent speech.

Whore . . . take me.

Bitch, take me.
Cold chaos of God.

The lackey to the Devil has come.

Pastor Jon.

This is Sveinn.

Dog. Bitch of Satan, that which cohabits with
her is no better. Though the whore wears a
silk cap. The Devil himself brought you here.

I interpreted his wretched behavior as
torments of an unclean conscience and
recognition of irrefutable guilt.

There were no others with the tormenting
temptations like I had except for Snorri,
my good stepson, who racked with fleshly

desires bravely set out to meet with the
magistrate in order to bring
accusations against Thuridur.

I urged Snorri to tell
everything, holding back

nothing, so that here scorching
tongs would be put to good use and
make up for past failure of the court.

This bitch in a silk cap
with blood of the Devil,

and bearing a family
resemblance to the Devil,

at night rummages under
the clothing of my father.

No one should get away with this.

She is even a more terrible sorcerer than her
father and brother. We will intimidate the

bitch with tongs to make her confess
before she lays waste to my father.

A bitch is not better
though wearing a silk cap.

Pastor Jon Magnusson has
accused you of sorcery.

And he demands your death,

by fire if you are found guilty.

Friki, wait here.
Tie the mounts to this iron.

Christina.

I am getting worse.

Hold me.

Hold me tightly.

We are without sin.

I want to know what she can do.

Put your hand on this book.
Say, "Out, Satan."

Out, Satan.

This evening I felt pain. Here and here, but
the birth should only be after another month.

Save my baby.

I can help you give birth, but whether the
baby lives or not does not depend on me.

I want something to drink. Water.

You are experienced at this.

Arrange with him to save my baby.

Believe in the Lord.

Whether my baby lives or not does not depend
on God, but on the Devil, who is stronger.
I will make a pact with him.

Help me so that the baby will live.

Do what you can.

And don't leave me.

Is this sorcery?

I am tired.

The mighty witch. She with neither fear
nor dread manifests her malice.

But if she is deprived of that on
which she travels, then she turns
out to be of no use to the Devil.

And here the Lord has created a
miracle in that Thuridur's man on his
own good will has come to me.

Bitch of Satan!

And brought me the dog on which
the witch goes to Sabbaths.

Put the cap on the dog.

On the dog!

There is a resemblance with the Devil.

Go summon the Devil!
Your only beloved, you devilish bitch!

The Lord gave you courage.
I see this in your eyes.
But the Lord will give you even more,

if you will be my principle witness in
accusing Thuridur, and then you will
not burn together with the dog.

Best to let me go . . . and
you will never see me again.

You wish to run off?

But then how would the authorities
determine that you do not indulge the Devil?

You ought to live. I would like
for you to become clean.

You're so nice looking.

I did nothing wrong.

Now we are happy.

I would like to dance.

She has departed this world
and is going to a better one.

I must thank you for your help.
I do not believe that you are a witch.

But it is necessary for me to fulfill my
responsibility, or Pastor Jon will issue a
complaint on me to the higher authorities.

We must convince him that you are not a witch.
We will make him withdraw his accusation.

I do not know if it is possible to convince
him. He has dark intentions. And
truth does not matter to him.

I am an official. Name me somebody who
would swear that you are not a witch.

Sveinn, my fiance.

They have come to arrest me.

Pastor Jon will not get me.

Mama.

Sveinn was afraid.

Thuridur turned Sveinn into one who indulges
the Devil. She made him hang himself so
he would not reveal what she is.

For this, in order to drive away sinners
from my home, the dog was hung in
the thistles near my house.

So for some time her
spells on me had no effect.

The whore is there near the dog.
Get me the gun.

I in no way wish to exaggerate the
danger which was opened up to my soul
in order that my faith be strengthened.

But least of all did I expect such stupidity
from an authority in bringing Thuridur to me
without fetters and prepared to do anything.

Do you appear to me
in the flesh or as a spirit?

Do not touch the dog.

She is my prisoner. I am responsible for her.

Wait, only by authorized scientific
methods . . . . will we test her.

I want that Thorkatla sees
how it goes under the tongs.

At first . . . trial with the Body of Christ.

If Thuridor cannot approach the Holy Gifts,
then we go to the tongs.

Then it will not matter if the
Devil tries for Thorkatla.

The delusion which originated in sorcery was
so strong that it seemed to me as though one
of his angels was sleeping here. I confess to

God that my nostrils again filled with an
aroma of the spring of my youth yet more
captivating than before. I felt strength and

power. Lust tormented my flesh. And in my
mind an abyss of sin opened up, and
diabolical temptation nearly destroyed me.

But then I was granted a miracle that came to
my rescue as your voice whispered to me,

"Stand firm and in no way give in, because
this temptress is waiting for
her only beloved, the Devil himself."

So whom are you waiting for?

In accordance with the order of the magistrate
a final ordeal has been prepared for you
starting with the Body of Christ.

I must tie you, and if you turn out to
be a witch, the bonds will hold firm.

The Devil is scampering on the roof.

I prepared such that the Holy Communion would
tear from Thuridur her angelic guise and she
be reduced to a diabolical whore-witch

lying exhausted from lust under Satan.

You still consider me a witch?

Not at all. You will try to prove
that you are not a witch.

I have this terrible thirst.

The Lord abhors sorcery . . .
as it is written by his words,

Leviticus, chapter 20,

"If a man or woman be a soothsayer or an
expounder of tokens, the same should
die the death, they shall be stoned,

their blood be upon them."

And also in Exodus, chapter 22,
"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

Not willing to undergo a trial by ordeal
would prove that you are a witch.

God is righteous. Give me
the strength not to give in.

What is it that your are muttering?

- Give me strength. '
- Are you summoning the Devil?
If you pray, God will not heed you.

You are not praying to God, you are
calling on the Devil, your only beloved.

No, no.

The Devil has come.

- You Devil! '
- That's whom you want?
You bitch! '

- You Devil!
- You bitch!
- You Devil!

Bi-i-itch!

Here you are running into the pit of darkness.

Don't let the Devil out!

. . . of the Devil.

Papa!

The ball is buried deep inside, and I do not
know what to do. If it is not taken out,
the wound will get infected.

Daughter of the Devil!

You nearly lost your life,
driving out of her the Devil.

I will die before she stops
worshipping the Devil.

I shall be tied up with prosecutions
and other items of business.

The infection will surely spread. Pastor
Jon said that you are stronger at sorcery
than your father or brother.

He asks for you help.

It was you who saved the baby by magic.

My father taught me how to treat
people, but you set fire to him.

True sorcerers do not burn. They escape.
Otherwise they are not sorcerers.

Not only my life, but my soul was also at
stake. When I lay in blood with the ball
firmly embedded deep within me,

I was left to the will of Thuridur since only
she knew how to remove the ball.

There is submission to the Devil for more
trifling cause if God does not come to help.

Take it out.

I castrate stallions and rams,
but I do not know about balls from
guns. I cannot get it out.

If I live through this, I will worship him.

You will worship God?

No, the Devil.

You are ready to sell your soul?

If I die now all the same I will burn in Hell.

Thuridur, you . . .

If he dies . . .

You have a choice.

I am accused of sorcery,
and that is a mortal sin.

As the opinion of a magistrate, treatment
such as this is from the grace of God.

I hoped that if I were to be so fortunate to
remain alive, God would save me, and my soul

would not go to the devil as with
the pact which I had now concluded.

But if I had died at that time, only one fate
awaited me - the eternal tortures of Hell.

Compared with the fires of Hell, any
other pain would be easy and agreeable.

I shall cut out the vessels of the Devil.

The magistrate turned out to be an agent of
the Devil. I fell into a trap. It was a trap
for the Devil to take possession of my soul.

She cut them out?

Wait a moment, and I will show you.

Now do you understand how the Devil has
come for a soldier of God? I was deceived.

Do you think that Luther fell into Hell?

He also was weak and sinned grievously.

But he knew the more serious the
sin, the greater the forgiveness.

You will be forgiven.

The Lord is strict. He sent his son to
torture on the cross in order to test him.

And he allowed the Devil to prey upon and
torture one destitute as I for all my life.

The Lord makes us suffer to keep us obedient.

It has not been necessary to keep me
obedient as I was never one to oppose God.
But I pray to him to intensify my suffering.

How?

As with his son. On the cross
just like his son.

Then the Lord will see me and listen to me.

Have his cross erected on top of the spit.
Secure him fast so that he does not fall off.

And when he gets cold, help him
come down from the cross.

O Lord, my God. Do you wish to see me in
this trial as you did your only begotten son?

I offer myself up for the sake of others so
they do not burn in Hell. I offer you my
best wishes from the flames of the earth.

God of Mercy. Save me from
the fires of Gehenna.

Or is more required of me?

And there is no fire hotter than this.