I sing of Arkeos, whose words are of gold, who cheers on the virtuous men, the basileos of the world, destroyer of degenerates, who delights in defiling his creation, friend and master to Kalyrex Nikator, son and anax of Galar, with the golden sword.

Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks he calls upon his golden voice, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out righteous judgement. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of degenerates: earth quakes and the sea also where Pokémon shoal. But the basileos with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild immoral men: and when he is satisfied and has cheered his heart, the basileos who delights in justices goes to the great house of his dear friend Kalyrex Nikator, to the rich land of Galar, there to order the lovely praises of the Galarians.

There he hangs up his bow and his arrows, and heads and watches the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their heavenly praises, singing how great basileos Arkeos brings order to his children supreme among the immortals both in thought and in deed.

Hail to you, children of Galar and fair-judged Arkeos!