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Mar 2017
Souls of the sun
Our gentle master emerges;
Fain light to banish Winter
And warm the hearth.

Radiate into every corner
Of these cold-soaked bones
And lend me radiant hand
To rise again, beneath you

God-King of the firmament
The one true god of Earth
The sun, the sun!
You are returned!
Nyteshade
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Nyteshade  Hellsreach
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