Oh, thy great one who burns in the fury of a million years
Loved and hated by all the souls my mother has borne
Fantastic and ugly yet fabulous and angry
Thy beat down on all live souls like
A knife to wandering fowls

Thy absence brings upon the world
Bleak impending doom that puts lives to whorls
Gusty winds that blow the candles of life
To eternal slumbers brought to wars by knives.
So we asketh you to govern our lives.

Smiling yet waning we invite thee
With all thy glory to kisseth us
So blessed we’ll be
By thy wand to magic life
Balanced in all cherished by all!