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Sacred the enclosing welkin of dawn |
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As the blazing red pours over the firmament |
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The first light runs through my outstretched hands |
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I see your face, shining on me |
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Puissance never running dry |
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Thy maul and staff |
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They comfort me |
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Thou art my shepherd, I shall not want |
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Thy maul and staff, they comfort me |
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Thou maketh me to lie down in pastures green |
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Thou leadest me beside the still waters |
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Bright sun of the night |
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Begetter, sempiternal force, fire of existence |
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Sparks of life emit when you strike |
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Your mallet's target is never missed |
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No man can fathom the vastness in your hand |
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Sucellos |
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Atir aissom |
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Rodatis buiotutos |
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Celle! |
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The times surrender, sun of the Otherworld |
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The wolf's hunt won't be in vain |
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As the raven homes and finds the isle |
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Nantosuelta's noble servant |
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Escorting the soul |
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Into the darkness where life is born |