Spirit of the Machine, hear my prayer,

Guide this missile, hold it true,

Let it part their steel and weak armour,

And crack their cowardly skin,

And smite the foe from the Omnissiah's sight.



Sweet Omnissiah, guide this missile into the hearts of Your foes.



Spirit of fire,

Prime this weapon,

And blast the foe,

From the Omnissiah's sight.



Spirits of the Machine-God, aid your servant and free his weapon so he may use it to break his foes.



Let my hand wipe the grime from your perfect form,

May you purify with your bolts of light.



Be still, spirits

I do what I must,

Forgive the intrusion,

And give me your trust.



With your strength you protect me,

With my care I repair you,

With sacred oil I apprease you,

Be quiet, good spirits,

And accept my benediction.



Spirits of the machine, accept my pleas,

And walk amidst the gun, and fire it true.



Machine Sirit, accept my gift,

Swallow the light, and spit out death.



Machine Spirits,

In all your unknowable grace and wisdom,

Grant my weapon durability,

So that it may serve me,

As i serve you,

With faith, care and servility.