Immortal gods of our ancestral kin
From Hallowed temples to our humble hearth
Come walk among your people once again
And renew your presence upon our Earth.
Where piles of broken stone lay askew
And altars have given way to the weeds
Reform the rubble and make the old new:
A new Mos Maiorum to meet our needs.
Where Temples once stood in glorious pride,
and shrines were tended with purest piety,
Cast the cobbled renovations aside
And restore our loss from society.
And with sacred altars thus rekindled
With flames of our ancestral faith's fire
And our birthright, though long ago swindled
Reclaimed and Protected from the pyre,
We'll recrown with Honor the once maligned!
Casting off the shackles of damnation:
A Golden Dawn will rise for all mankind.
A new world built on the old foundations.
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