Praise to the Goddess who bids farewell to Suria (Sun) and ushers in Chandra (Moon). Praise to the Goddess who sets the sky alight with a billion effulgent stars. Praise to the daughter of Aditi the Goddess Divine of all heavenly beings and celestial deities.
Praise to her who is adorned with amour as black as ebony, she who sweeps the land with her spell of might, she who rides the fleeting winds in the dark of the night. Praise to her whose touch feels as cold as ice.
Praise to the Goddess who is heralded by the nocturnal howls of the nightly beast, whose gaze is pallid and ghastly. She who is at home beneath the cover of mystic skies.
In the dark of her night spirits drift, to haunt, to stalk, to possess and to kill. To seek both sustenance and companions to follow them to their lonesome and loathsome world.
Witches set cauldrons alight and fill the bellies of their pots with snake eyes and lizard tongues, chanting spells to make their potions come alive.
Shamans arise to the hour of sacrifice and from the hidden dens beneath their huts, they drag forth animals and mortals who are rendered senseless by concoctions made from an assortment of potent drugs, to perform the time-honored rite of blood sacrifice.
Vampires awaken at the stroke of twilight and as Ratri blankets the sky with darkness, they spread their bat-like wings, floating fleetingly in the air like birds.
The creatures of impeccable beauty and exquisite appearance search and scavenge for victims, whose blood they drain to retain their vampiric qualities.
In return the sultry creatures, whose skin is paler than the white of snow, confer upon their deserving victims the gift of prolonged life.
Ratri who instills fear and tenebrosity in the limbs of all who have failed in servitude, she who frees all that is evil from the shackles of conformity, we worship thee to stay the hand of darkness and to grant us peaceful slumber.