| In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps
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| Dreaming of secrets conceiled in the deeps
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| Of our long forgotten history.
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| Those who are devoted to her know that she keeps
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| In her pure soul the key
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| To our identity.
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| I will guard your ancient dreams
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| Protect my lovely sleeping beauty.
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| I will give my life and love
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| For my Sacred Divinity.
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| Now the wintersun paints her in shining gold.
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| Smiling she wakes up and asks me to hold
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| Her gentle hand in mine.
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| Her graceful white body trembles in the cold.
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| She knows today the forces will aline — Forces hating the divine.
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| I will save you from their blind
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| And unreflecting treachery.
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| I will guard your soul and life
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| My Sacred Divinity.
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| I will always stand by your side,
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| Save you from their tyranny.
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| Or I will die for my love,
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| My Sacred Dininity.
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| Hear the storm blowing, see the skies darkening,
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| On marketplaces and in churches crowds of them are gathering!
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| Here they come marching, betraying and lying,
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| To take our love, and our souls, to destroy everything!
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| They do not care for your soul and your purity!
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| Nothing do they feel for you except of everlasting envy!
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| Neither do they know nor understand your biography,
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| They hate your beauty, hate all beauty, and fear your ascendency!
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| After this cold day of sadness and grief
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| She is left without any hope or belief
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| In a day after this night.
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| Will she in death find at last a relief,
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| A place of silence and light
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| Where everything is alright?
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| I broke down and cried in sorrow
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| In despair and mistery.
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| I cried for my love and passion,
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| My Sacred Divinity.
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| All that I could do was stand there
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| Helplessly in agony,
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| And watch them dishonouring
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| My Sacred Divinity. |