Hail to thee, black prince
from the grotto whose charge we bear.
Hail to thee and to thy fathers,
within whose fane thou laughs
and screams in terror and in merriment,
in fear and in ecstasy,
in loneliness and in anger,
upon the whim of thy will.

I'as urenz-khrgn naaghs
z'h hyle fer-zn cyn.
I'as aem'nh ci-cyzb
vyni-weth w'ragn
jnusf whrengo
jnusf'wi klo
zyah zsybh
kyn-tal-o
huz-u kyno.