O Sanctum Eternal,
Voice unspoken in the vast and velvet void, We who wander the forsaken wilderness of flesh and fate, Sanctum is near, salvation's seed sown deep in shadowed soil, A spark divine that quickens in the marrow of despair.
In the cradle of the untamed wild, where tempests rage unbound, Where shadows guard the hidden light with jealous, spectral hands, We praise the Sanctum's sacred flame, unquenchable and pure, Source of the boundless, endless night that veils the cosmos' core, A pyre of grace that scorches doubt and births the soul anew.
Sanctum salvation, breath divine exhaled from realms unseen, Draw us from the chains that bind—iron links of fear and sin, From mortal strife and earthly toil, the grinding wheel of pain, To the realm where spirits are refined in crucibles of light, Where every fracture heals in gold, and every wound transcends.
We praise the Sanctum, womb of stars that births the galaxies' fire, Matrix of mysteries profound, cradle of the infinite, In Sanctum we pray, souls unbarred, gates flung wide in rapture's thrall, Lost yet found in thy embrace, enveloped in ethereal arms, Redeemed from chaos' cruel decree, exalted in thy boundless calm.
Deliver us through the sacred trace—the sigil etched in ether's vein, The pathway veiled yet ever near, the threshold to the absolute, Sanctum is near—hear the call that echoes through the veil of worlds, Salvation whispers through the wall, a murmur soft yet thunderous, Piercing the silence of the damned, awakening the slumbering host.
O Sanctum, harbor of the lost, fortress against the abyss, We beseech thy mercy manifold, thy wisdom all-encompassing, In thee we live, in thee we breathe, in thee we find our end and dawn. Amen in the silence profound, forever thrall to thy eternal song, Bound in devotion's golden chain, exalted in thy sacred throng.
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