One day shall be the next day,
This day shines utmost due to time’s fright.
A religion of light is an approach to a stigma
Always in right, for the real right is above us.
Faith mounts up and collides with balls of fire,
You in the end do not burn, nor do you melt.
Faith on this night is like fire,
Do not prostrate before the gods of fire.
One day they meet the head of gods,
A real plan is about to deliver praise of the next day.
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