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For the glorious sun

A great temple city was raised

To home his warmth

And spread his light

Harness and bask in his glory

To the ancient forest they dwelt

To their forefathers home

Onto primeval land

No blood's ever spilled

They enslaved the tribes

And slew the men

Glory to the sun

A lifetime they worked

Their offspring were born

Children grew old

Temple remained unbuilt

Pled their distant kin

When they refused

They brought them holy war

Blood has soiled the sacred ground

High as mountains

Statues rose

Hail the sun

Hail our god