I call Sentona of the variegated lands,
goddess of the laughing rivers, the long lost tongue;
yours are the people of hilltop and mountain-vale,
of forests great and wild, makers of bread and wine,
bold in battle, wise in the ways of ore and stone,
fire and forge. Sentona, guardian goddess,
guide of the lost, you know the dark road like no other,
you gather the stray and the struggling soul,
you stand by those who wander and drift away,
until they find their path once more. Sentona,
beautiful and bright, I honor your goodness
and your glory, I offer you my words of praise.