My Sun is shining in the West
The East it shrouds, a lifeless waste,
Its blaze yet sheds a distant light,
A flickering candle in that night.
Its glory one day will spread wide,
On wings of fire it will ride,
To bring fame to hearth and grate,
Fulfilling clarion call of Fate.
The East it shrouds, a lifeless waste,
Its blaze yet sheds a distant light,
A flickering candle in that night.
Its glory one day will spread wide,
On wings of fire it will ride,
To bring fame to hearth and grate,
Fulfilling clarion call of Fate.
