In the distant land
Where thunder speaks
And fire grumbles
There was a silent mutiny
To silence the beloved
The beloved is beautiful
Standing tall among the nations
Her name is blessed
And she is called favored
All the gatherings and agreements
Of that distant land
Could not stop her
She emerges victorious and splendid
Clothed in white
Decorated with precious stones
Taking her place
Among the nations
The beloved of the Lord
Is indeed blessed
The gates of hell
Will never prevail
Against her
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