God of Gold Light

Mist of The Maelstrom

Low above the horizon, setting for the last time. God of gold light, warm our cold hearts, feed our hunger, warm... Let not blackest night claim our virgin skies. For eternal light we pray to our god, the golden Sun. (God of Gold Light, I pray to thee)

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