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Zsassaya, Nature Mother

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O Zsassaya, she weeps for us.

Though we’re lost, she guides with love.

Long shall we be in threat of night.

Shine bright your trees, your lamps of light.

 

Deep in the north, the Great Foe reigns.

Of iron wroth and flaming mane.

His darkness spreads, corruption’s reach,

With hand of death, earth’s life to leech.

 

Mother of Life, keep watch of us.

Though we’re lost, your will we trust.

Long shall we be in threat of night.

Shine bright your trees, and stars alight.

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