crowns and thrones may perish
kingdoms rise and wane
but the halls of light
constant will remain
gates of dark can never
gainst that light prevale;
we have but our promises;
and that cannot fail
onward then ye people,
join our happy throng,
blend with ours your voices in triumph
song;
glory loud, and honour
unto light, our king.
this through countless ages
dark and lightsing
onward bound
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