I summon thee my voice

I summon thee my voice,

From the crevices of the thorns,

Break free and forth from the weedy noise,

Those from the clansmen jealousy drums;

O’ what a dissonance their blabbering uttered;

O’ voice Come forth with thy ethereal melody,

Thou as horned from the ancestors alter,

Let thy sweetness conquer their greed and parody,

Flow with thy pure magic and healing balm,

Like the symphony of angels voice,

Heal my clan with thy rhythmic psalms,

I summon thee my voice.

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