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Tree days of darkness

rhythmic life of the cosmos

asleep under the mantle of the stars

benevolent ruler, your ancient light embrace our sleep

all white monoliths are yours, queen of universe.

all white monoliths are yours...

In spirals, echoes of stellar labyrinths

emerge from the oldest granite.

Crystallized in time, beyond our reason

the whisper of the dead star, burns in the hollow stone.

O immortal goddess responds to our call!

Caravans of stars, patiently attend your awakening

let your rays bless, again this iron

let your rays bless, again this soil.

Your light purifies the blood of this earth

satisfying our thirst, from the beginning of the ages.

Accept our sufferings, mother of the cosmos

light our way, in darkness

dying and being born again, without end.