Oh Light, may thy name be spoken in the graves, and spelled in bones and ashes!
May they become like dust before the wind; may the angel of the Lord pursue them!
May their paths become dark and slippery; and may the angel of the Lord afflict them.
May the snare which they do not know come to them and may the net which they have hidden from me catch them in my place.
Thy ragеs have come down upon me, and thy fеars have agitated me.
Woe to all, for our dwelling place is distant, and we wander through the domiciles of Chaos.
Thy will be done, Oh Light of Lights. I bless the glory of thy greatness all the day and through the darkness of this night.
I pray do never turn away thy light. Give heed to me, and spring thy traps upon my enemies when I cry out to thee.
I have been laid down in a pit of darknesses and the shadow of death. And thy anger has pressed down upon me; and all thy cares have come down upon me. And from this bed I cry out for the kindling of thy Light!