How mighty thou art O’ God of the skies

Endlessly chasing the horned God of lies

An immortal cycle of endings and beginnings

And this is the meaning of the World

It’s the darkness stealing the fire at night

And the first glowing dawn of light

It’s the creation of many

Tested in the fires

Some are destroyed

Others forged in steel

It is an ever turning wheel

The cycle of life

And death

To begin

We must have an ending

And somewhere

There is balance

In the shifting sands of time

The fleeting balance

Of a line in creation

A crack of thunder

A line of light as

Perun makes all right








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