How majestic thou art in silent whisper
What stir come wind Oí gentle sigh;
Dance beyond the sight of men
High above thy billow sky.
Of depth abyss once may seek
By gentle touch upon fair maiden kiss;
Hidden unseen of secret your will
Engulf thy wrap Oí thou thy serpent hiss.
By quiet tales longing stir
Your vigor Oí dawn thou doth break;
Rend thy voice nigh heavenís brow
And lick the dust thy whirlwind make.
Cover not by veil upon thy strength
Along thy path by shadow lay waste;
Where eye may calm thy fear embrace
When rage gives way to hungerís taste.
Cease not to know whence thy come
Across the plains like hordes of bands;
Sting thy whip by judgment seek
Carried to by Godís own hands.
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