Hail youn churls who gather about me –
For I am Nat Arg, dweller of the path of the sea
From the land of Gretna, here in Orleans.
Daughter of the great Frank Al, painter of houses,
And Fran, chief provider of sustenance. Sister of Zee,
Young sloth of sloths and gluttonous fool.
From the low bowl I come! I call!
Singer of songs, digger of balls, bringer of smiles, and
Advocate of meals. Wolf of wounds in the uniform blood-shed,
I approach the shepherds of evil, with my battle’s torch,
