Great Leucetius, light of the clouded sky,
light of the stormy night, I honor you.
God of the firebolt, warder of the world,
your might was once well known across the broad lands,
your name a word of power, spoken with love
by those who knew your blessing, shouted out by soldiers
as they entered the field of battle, whispered
in hope and desperation by mothers sitting
in the dark with a sick child. Your fame has faded,
Leucetius, but your light has never dimmed,
your strength never faltered, your care never wavered
for those under your protection. Great one, I praise you!