I call to Mogons, leader of men, protector
of the people, friend of those who serve the good
of all, who offer their strength and their spirit
for the sake of hearth and kin. Upholder of honor,
companion of the worthy and the righteous,
in far-flung lands your altars stood, carved in rough stone
by those who knew your favor, raised up in hope
and thanks by those who trusted you with their lives.
Mogons, great of the battlefield, great of the hunt,
you hold the might of many in each heavy hand.
Mogons, champion of those who struggle and strive,
god to whom all works are possible, I praise you.