Dismal, Lord of Hosts, Thy dismissal of Masses

By an attack, Circumcellion, rendered disabled all my days

I'm that fabled hellion works vengance in mysterious ways

Dismal, Lord of Hosts, Thy dismissal of Masses

Till Baby bit my nose and threw away my glasses.

Envoi- 

Tri-Vikrama, my Prince, did I love you to pieces?

Thy Paraclete, I evince, knows now Epiclesis 

P.S- Just found an interesting article here mentioning the Circumcellions.