Underflow

All praise to great Krios who stands in the south,
son of the sky and the good green earth,
beloved of ocean-born Eurybia,
with whom you guide the sailor’s course.
O Krios of the starlit skies,
O master of each constellation,
lord of the passing of the year,
measurer of month and moon,
Krios who knows the paths we walk, who knows
our tales before they are told, I call to you.
I honor you, good and gracious Krios,
I offer you my praise and seek your blessing.