Hail, Mary! Meek maiden.

Heed the supplications of a maiden.

From this bare, savage rocks

my prayers will drift towards you.

We sleep safely until morning

though men are yet so barbaric.

Oh Maiden, see the strife of a maiden!

Oh mother, hear a pleading child!

Hail, Mary!



Hail, Mary! Untarnished!

When from this crag we drift away

towards sleep, and your mantle protects us

the hard rocks will seem soft to us.

You laugh, and a scent of roses floats

over this airless abyss.

Oh mother, hear your children imploring you!

Oh Maiden, call in another maiden!

Hail Mary!



Hail Mary! Pristine servant!

The demons of the air and earth

are haunted by the glory in your eyes.

They cannot live here with us.

Yet, we still seek to turn fate

and turn your holy solace against you.

The Maiden will intercede in favor

of the child that implores to his Father.

Hail, Mary!