O, this light, shining everlastingly above me
I feel its warmth, not too cold, neither scalding
The light of the master of all hearts, yes,
To him, and in him, belongs the hearts of the country
He who descended from the chandelier, to the carpet
Confection of light, he did bring upon thee
His vastness, the sky, and his love, the sea
Though even the sea, did devours us by His decree
By your grace, your loving, fair, kind face
By the seven Hells, grant your boon upon me
May your Will be eternal upon us all, All-Father Satanas.
Hail You, Hail our Volk, and Hail all The Powers of Hell, forever.
