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Sisters and brothers, how sweet it is for us to say
on this radiant day The most beautiful day of our lives That we are united to the Aryan Oversoul. On this Day our exiled souls are clothed in splendor. In immaculate attire sacrificed all these long years for the "lost" cause. Exiled Scorned But once the Ancestors gazed upon our spirits They marked us with their Runes: Doorways To The Mysteries And they at last revealed their beauty to us! Contemplating Divine Fire, we feel the desire And we shall leave all passing things and let the flashes of Wyrd take us all beyond Beyond to our Destiny, this ancient rhyme, whispered to us since the beginning of Time.
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