Hymn to the Sun کے بول

Hymn to the Sun To bright palace of gold sun I fly on flaming steed To steer my father's god wings O please, fulfill my dream My queen is the bright-haired sun Herald young horse master Crescendo the dawn chorus Bow to bronzen pilot As Pantheon blessed sky father Fly to the gods: Few mortals have flown on wings Fierce idols drive blood son Through black heavens So how shall I dream? I'll weave a new verse each dawn for you I fear I follow illusion Is this my final veil? The mirage of the phoenix From ashes daily arises