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Deep is the well of the past
Where matter was born in pain
Came a sphere of fire
Maker of drought and rain
Could a thing withstand its nearness
Could a soul survive its blaze
Pay a price of fading eyesight
In euphoric gaze
Paints the skies
With fine aurora
Overflies
The dormant earth
All alive
Crave for the shine
The warmth the drive
Of muspelheim
Reflects in thousand fragments
Lost shadows in diffused light
Glows above a sheer animation
Eternally bright
Paint the sky
With fine aurora
Overfly
And wake the earth
