All the blessing be for thy unmatched divine Name.
Treasure of gods' moot wisdom light with no shame.
Arising of the Western Europe's renown new requires.
Zeal of fervent youth's sometimes unlimited desires.
Of elder days of yore to England's fate thou shinest.
Thou art y-seemed to be perfection's the most finest.
Hope of wretched ones thou art as rest of tired ones.
Beauteous reflection of the Underworld's all hoards!
Luminiscence of Darkness luxury great boards!
Eyne of my Goddess I pray should be beholding me,
So no harm as no troubles ever could befall upon me.
So keep me forth and let me be audacious upon my way.
Myself is humble evidence of strength within concealed,
Efforts are made by thee to have y-seen thyself revealed.
A song consecrated to forgotten pagan goddess
© Copyright: Алексей Иродиадов Гаулиш, 2013
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