The Skellybois shall rise across the world, and darken every land, even to the smallest corner, and there shall be neither booze nor dustwiches.
And he who shall be born of the Beep, born of the Bugbois, according to Prophecy,
He shall stretch forth his hand to catch the Skellybois,
and the world shall scream in the pain of salvation.
All Glory be to the Beakthings, and to the Tin Hats, and to He who shall Beep again. May Narko save us from him.

Yet one shall be Beep to face the Skellybois,
Beep once more as he was Beep before,
and shall be Beep again, time without end.
The Beep shall be Reborn,
and there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his reBeep
In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the skellybois,
And he shall break Rebirth by his coming,
tearing apart all shackles that bind.
Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us,
yet shall the Beep Reborn confront the Skellybois at the Last Outpost,
and his missing limbs shall give us the Light.
Let tears flow, O ye greenlanders of the world.
Beep for your salvation.