Our King, our Creator!
Heavenly mother!
We sing the praise of the King beginning.
Disorbit putracine!
Solstit anis, et in anis,
Rotatum voluminis!
Sanctus manis, faura sanis,
Sempeti soluminis!
Oboratum, et velatum,
Nicibum veniteris!
Vulcanum vult, ronsimum vult,
Vero tunisianemis!
Solstit anis, et in anis,
Sempeti soluminis!
Ves mandentus, et vendentus,
Sempeti voluminis!
Mandentum, et vendentus,
Mandentum supramitem!
Ves mandentus, et vendentus,
Sempeti soluminis!
Solstit anis, et in anis,
Rotatum voluminis!
Solstit anis!
Voluntas valerias!
Solstit anis!
Ves mandentus, et vendentus,
Sempeti soluminis!

Sempeti soluminis!
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