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Sacrament of Buyan (Khors)

Waves are breaking on the rocks The moonlight is scattered on the water Night has fallen on the old island Wrapping the splinter of earth with darkness The ancient land remembers Reflections of great battles The eternal land still keeps Secrets and ashes of the ancient Flares of lightnings, peals of thunder, Abate over wood, letting the light through And the sun, breaking through the embrace of the gloom Will warm the Earth, bringing life to her