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!
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
