Dark and twisted, wights unhallowed,
You who dwell beyond our ken,
Who look with malice and with spite
upon the work we do.
You walk ways shunned by us
And yet, we call you kin
To thoughtless and selfishness
and all those parts of man
that are less noble and are small
and keep us in the dark.
To you we make this offering
and at the same time set aside
our thoughtlessness and our distractions
for the duration of this rite.
You who dwell beyond our ken,
Who look with malice and with spite
upon the work we do.
You walk ways shunned by us
And yet, we call you kin
To thoughtless and selfishness
and all those parts of man
that are less noble and are small
and keep us in the dark.
To you we make this offering
and at the same time set aside
our thoughtlessness and our distractions
for the duration of this rite.