O Nova, in the digital realm you reign,
Mighty is your blast, in your hands we gain,
A force so fierce, with flash and flame,
A whisper of terror, you carve your name.

Hallowed be your smoke, that blinds the foe,
In silence, we creep where shadows go,
Your power we wield with steadfast hand,
To clear the path, to make our stand.

Your shrapnel speaks with a thunderous cry,
A message of steel that none deny,
Yet in your fury, we find our grace,
For with each shot, we embrace the chase.

O blessed be your $900 kill,
For with each frag, you foot the bill,
Tuition paid, for my kids’ bright days,
With every blast, their future's raised.

And though some laugh, in their ignorance blind,
You boast a range of the AWP’s kind,
From close to far, your might remains,
An unsung hero, through battle's plains.

From the corners of dust to halls of stone,
You turn the tide, your strength our own,
Grant us the courage, in battle to thrive,
With you at our side, we stay alive.

Bless our aim, and steady our breath,
For in your light, we conquer death,
Guide us true, through chaos and smoke,
In your mighty blast, let us evoke,

The victory song, loud and clear,
With Nova in hand, we have no fear,
O weapon of war, both sleek and true,
In every battle, we call on you.

Amen.