Now raise a song to Kane the King of Swords,
the Battle-Ruler, watching all who fight,
who hew and harvest heads of demon hordes,
who charge into the fray with main and might.
Kane, Battle-Lord, we sing this song to you,
for every time we meet and face the foe,
for sword and shield, for axe and falchion true,
for healers' art, enchanters' deadly glow.
O Mighty One who sees us in the hour
of conflict and of hard-won victory,
look down on us and send your godly power;
and light our way, that we may clearly see
through darkness and through doubt though it may lead.
Be with us now; be Battle-King indeed.