The scourge
Shall not pass through the entrance
Of shelter
The legislator Light
Is flowing through us
Washing off our shame dispersing our sins
Get down
On your knees
And behold the clairvoyant queen
The voice now shall lead us
Through the wastelands to slaying our foes

Enthrone the rightful successor
Untie the knot on your neck [bad word] the scornful liar
Let the lymph of this world incinerate impious creep

This force is bestowed upon you so behold remember and do
All you frantic rage gave birth to all afflictions
So let me lay down in your heart wrapped up in calm

On glorious wings we invoked
We glide through the night with our enemies writhing beaded on our spiritual spears
Straight to the end!