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| [ Ye Three Kings :: 2008-01-04
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Now has come the hour of prayer And so I here myself inflame Alone, to know, to will, to dare That I may destiny attain. A warrior-monk of Liberty With Love and Will my tools To lead a life balanced and free As a King who wisely rules. As Mage, I call to balance Three Spheres from our Holy Tree: Oh Saturn! Jupiter! Oh Mars! Lend now thine energies! Old Saturn! Thou who e'er consume Thy children 'round and 'round The fruits of Time give from the gloom For my journey ground to ground. Jupiter! Generous mighty king Teach me Thy bounteous ways That Thy great Wheel of Fortune bring Abundance all my days. Oh Mars! Thou energetic youth Of Force and Fire are ye. Thy shield and spear are here the proof Of raw virility. Ye 3 great pow'rs I call today Be balanced and agree That as a single, shining ray Thy forces unite in me. |
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