Through the Darkness – we must wander
To red horizons – the mountain yonder
Calling us homeward, beckoning white from afar
Our paths are perilous, our spirits ponder
Where there is hardship, there may be wonder
When there is silence, we hear his thunder
Our hearts a temple – guarding the innermost light
The spear to split all – despair asunder
And in our souls we build an empire
A sacred stronghold, cathedral’s spires
A ship to speed us through this tellurian toil
Towards the hearth of ancestral fires
Our king will come from his throne on Masis
The sacred hero of thousand faces
Our fallen forebears – ascend from their coffinless graves
And soothe their longing in the innermost light
Ancestral communion in dimensions of light
No more woe in the palace of light
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