Thou cold eye of midnight,
Which see through the crust of daylight.
Keep steady watch over this soul of mine so enervated;

Thou inveterate eye of the starry night,  
Whose light shines to keep the night alight.
Keep thy sworn sentry over this soul of mine so worn-out;

Keep thy hate to thyself
Thou shadows of the night,
That knows no rest
For this soul passes through thy valley;

Cast not thy indignation against my sapped soul,
Thou untamed tongue of night terrors for this soul be innocent of thy pains.

When the montain shrouded in mist belch it's cruel venom of unholy hatred,
Let this loyal oath by which thou art bound,
Keep my zones safe and quiet.

Howling winds, crawling ominous shadow and tenebrous sinister lightening overlap the night sky with doom,
All this a reminiscence to the dark mages fallen.
Whose plight refuse rest.
From this too be quick to my jaded soul defend.

Bath now I pray my parth with thy beams of light pure and true.
Guide this noble reason which before thee i lay,
For this reason I groan while my knells so swollen moans.

Let it not be chronicled that I fell into the alluring petals of decay that glimmers.
Nay!!! neither a victim of her pleasant poisons.
Keep an unhesitating watch over my soul o bright of the morning stars that rides the cherubs of war
And seraphs of peace.
............quod scripcy, scripcy