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Let us hasten, while the sunrise is on the horizon

When the Star appears, the day is new and the soul burns

Lucifer looked me, awaken in the glowing east

The Bringer of Light, the Morning Star

Now rise, driven the cold darkness on, averts fire on the chosen ones

Shaking out the human face, blushing at the pursuing sun

Lingering in the clouds and leaves the heavens no longer

Glory and praise on Earth where you reign, in Heaven or Hell the same

Where I now dream in silent reverie, my soul takes rest beneath your wings

Great king who knows the lore of the Earth, rise yet more strong

Intimate healer of anguished hearts with your old and mistress death

Who breeds hope for the charming lunatic one

Giving the calm and damns the crowds around

Knows the corners of the envious land where the jealous god hid the gems

Gives strength to the ancient bones of trampled on the cobblestones

Who to console us has taught the mysteries of the magic words

The cult of wounds and pain, confessor of the hanged, you are the lamp