Domina Libra nos,
from the Lightening and the tempest,
Our Philosophe deliver us.
From plauge, Deciet, Temptation and War,
Our Philosophe, deliver us.
from scourge of the minor races,
Our Philosophe, deliver us.
From the Curse of the Heretic,
Our Philosophe, deliver us.
A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.
That thou wouldst only bring them to Death.
That thou shouldst spare none,
that thou shouldst pardon none,
We beseesh Thee, destroy them.
