Let the king of the ancient days
Unto us give the gentle whispers,
Guiding us through the worldly haze
By seeing lights of the here after.
Let the king with love abounding
Inspire our hearts to follow suit,
Like the race of one absconding
Basking in your love beyond of loot.
Let the king of peace, eternal
Breathe unto us anew, gentle breaths,
Still all wind raging infernal
Your breath is life, life of megadeaths.
Let the king of the ancient days
Provide guidance to our lofty hearts,
Not to wander off in ways blase
But well versed in our beloved king's art.
Thou king of the above long land
Let high unto thee daily we draw,
Grace thy band with care untold and
Guidance, foresight to appear unflawed.
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