Our Chribba, who art in the belt.
Hallowed be thy Veldnaught.
Thy ore be mined.
Hidden belts we find.
In 0.0 as it is in Empire.
Give us this day our daily Veldspar.
And forgive us our ore theft,
As we forgive those who thieve against us.
And lead us not into gate camps,
But deliver us from pirates.
For thine is the ore,
and the ice, and the moons,
fore ever and ever.