Seventeenth Edition, rewritten from the Prayer of the Nightsoil Men.

All Praise to the Distant Gods;

Whom watch all, grand or small

We give praise to You, Great Death

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The Annhilator of Suffering

We give praise to your child, Honorable Rot

For the Inevitable Honorable Rot

Which seeps into maiden corpse

And touches the sweetest fruit

Loves us All the same

We hail you, Browner of Bones

The unwinder of linen string

The filth that is your kingdom

Gives us our daily bread

You nourish our families

You make our dead equal to kings

We stand beside your Blessed Children

To turn the soil to bring green growth

Oh Honorable Rot, whose kindness touches all

We thank you for your mercy

We commend our bodies for you to take

Until the Final Day