Hearts respond to myths we see
Spring from our soul
Amidst the din of history
Glories of balder and pan
That promise whole
Our dreamings of that shining thee
Mages wander from the fables
and the stars
Pan's sons have heard now heaven's Song
Myth descended to the stable
From afar
Among the stains of history's wrong
From everlasting, all our souls had hoped and dreamed
Seeking our gods with our blind hearts that groped and seemed
But He has come to act out all our tales redeemed
Oh may thy kingdom come
Oh may thy will be done
(Merry Christmas!)
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