I call to Allitio of the borderland,
lord of the skillful hand, lord of the cauldron
dark and deep, companion of the soldier and the smith;
you are as well acquainted with the forge
as with the battlefield, O god who knows the craftsman
and the tool, the weapon and the warrior,
O god who knows the killer and the kill and all
that follows, as the end follows the beginning,
as the leaf falls from the tree, inevitably.
Allitio, O friend of fate who guides us
to our final rest, who creates that which destroys,
I offer you my praise, I honor your calling.