[Esplendor] [Hod]

"To the chief musician."

Crushed and refined, must be, I
the stone shall roll to purify
Touch me, torch me, burn me bright
(As above so below)
Altar from the ground; Fire from Heaven

The weight of eight...

Aware of the great works, here I am
Among the breathing, among the living.
From the 10 melodies, one was chosen
To chant songs of thanksgiving

The weight of eight...

AZ the sheppard became a king
as he feared the unwritten name
AZ salvation came from his seed
as before, torn were the sea.

Highest of all, never fall
Above, below and all around
Shelter for every day of storm
Home, wherever you roam
Eternal, beyond tomorrow, before it all
Mountains might disapear... You won't

Victory is granted by Your chant
And songs of gratitude are our anthems
Grace came, shifting shapes, providing escape
Dust to Life, Dusk to Dawn.

AZ the Highest of all walks by


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