O Cosmic Sire in realms beyond the skies,

All consecrated be thine appellation.

Let soon arrive thy reign,

Let all be subject to thine ordination

On this dull sphere as in thine own dimension.

Grant us our sustenance at each nocturnal feast,

And stay thy wrath at our inept offences

Whenas our blades we fail to stain

With blood of those who once have thee offended.

Draw not our souls down perilous paths alluring,

But rescue us from enemies malefic,

For thou dost rule in cosmic empery,

In vast puissance and fulsome fulgury,

Through endless kalpas evermore enduring.

Iä! Wghah'nagl fhtagn!