1 The moons of the season will wane. Let the believer pray for a smiter who may destroy quickly the demon who causes their decrease. And quickly indeed may the malignant one die off. For no one of her adherents can maintain this Lie by prayers.

2 Smiting fiercely with her weapon, she, the Lie, goes on, and most mighty she has been. And she wanders on, O Zarathustra! as mindful of her might, and strong in proportion as she advances as the sinful Lie. But may the Kingdom be with me, so that the deadly one may die away, for thereupon the blow of destruction shall come upon the Lie.