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In wilds beyond, land barren and waste,
The dying sun sinks below the lake,
Where your name is spoken with both reverence and faith,
In the lands beyond the waste.
Strange are the lands, barren and waste,
Where the people there are without faith,
For none could tame their despairing souls,
But you the challenge met,
In the lands beyond the waste.
Informed are lands, both barren and waste,
As you taught, we changed, our souls redeemed,
As you gave us a world in which we could believe,
In the lands beyond the waste.
Loud are the lands, born barren and waste,
Now filled with laughter and faithful lace,
For those you’ve tamed sing with songs of faith,
In the lands beyond the waste.
For in the lands of waste, now fertile and holy,
The people there in reverence and prayer scream but one name,
“All hail King Mather, All hail King Mathers”,
For the people are his faithful legion,
In the lands beyond the waste,
All hail King Mathers, All hail to the King.
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