Come, to my home, dweller of the heart's shrine,
Come, to my home, dweller of the heart's shrine,
My soul yearns for your sight, your feet's devotion,
Come, to my home, dweller of the heart's shrine, come.
You went to battle, against the unjust foe,
Here, I fought alone, with solitude's blow,
With solitude's blow, a widow's sorrow,
A widow's sorrow, a second, dark melancholy,
Your feet's devotion, come to my home,
Dweller of the heart's shrine, come.
Your battlefield saw swords ignite,
Here, lightning flashed, and showers took flight,
Showers took flight, my eyes brimming with tears,
My eyes brimming with tears, yet still I thirst,
Your feet's devotion, come to my home,
Dweller of the heart's shrine, come.
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