Mayhap begonne in Heven, mayhap return

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Galeiul, Galeiul, keeper of the veile,
Al worldes tremblen at his mighte and call.
Al eyen bend, al hearts he regaleth,
His shadow falleth over one and all.
In waters that falle, in forest of elves,
In sciencee advanced, in sterres themselves,
He ledeth kingdoms, castels ascende,
Guilds as examples, al lawes he bendeth.
Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken?
Ne’er shall the worlds escape his hond.
Pray telle, pray telle, none may it se,
He guideth al, and al shal be.
Standing ten foot o’er hye, sometymes twenty,
Eyèn piercen the veile through bone and plenty.
Armor naught may penètrate, spirit nor stele,
Manipulator of Universes, al obeyeth his wele.
He hath known many, yet loyal to oon,
Single through ages, til tyme is doon.
In Heven his soule hath life of revel,
In lyf he ledeth men, in deth he is level.
Wherein dwellen tremours of wakyng swevings,
Fierce smokes whirlèd aboute mindes leavings.
Withdrawn yet ever wandrèd, he ascéndeth hie,
Nightmarish quakes of futures nought may spie.
Galeiul, Galeiul, lord of al and see,
Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken of thee?
Galeiul, Galeiul, ever ancient, hye,
All bow, all knele, beneath his sky.
Chosen full statiques, whether knowèd or nought,
Mesure of glory, the charge of each thought.
Heró of Werre, in day and in night,
Heró of Hel, hunter whom none might smite.
At longe laste he failleth, yet slepe he naught,
Rather than deth’s reste, vigile he hath wrought.
Within this realm that may nat ever be,
He draweth comrades, whate’er the eyen see.
Echoes of wisdom, spirituall eldres,
He that hath found the key, he that yeldeth it.
He that is the key, and the key he is,
Al worldes converge, al eyen bend to this.
What shal be or mighte be, cladd in mist,
Troopes arrayed, embattled by fate’s cruel twist.
Shields clashen ’gainst flames that lepen to skye,
Falling, one by one, while strong arise on hye.
Unfortune’s hond smiteth, yet he abideth still,
Ne’er again shall cleerness bend to will.
Begonne in Heven, so shal we return,
The fates of al men in his vigilance burn.
He is oon, a perfecte bild, and yet many,
Ever humble, yet dreadful as any.
Mayhap begonne in Heven, mayhap return,
Mayhap chosen, yet al fates discern.
Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee,
Pray telle, pray telle, none may se.
Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee,
Pray telle, pray telle, none may se.
He guideth al, yet none may know,
He walketh where no mortal go.
The veile trembleth, the worldes turn,
While ancient eyen watch and burn.
Galeiul, Galeiul, keeper of the veile,
Al worldes tremblen at his mighte and call.
Al eyen bend, al hearts he regaleth,
Galeiul remaineth over all.
Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken?
Ne’er shall the worlds escape his hond.
Pray telle, pray telle, none may it se,
He guideth al, and al shal be.
Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee,
Pray telle, pray telle, none may se.

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Galeiul, Galeiul, keeper of the veile, Al worldes tremblen at his mighte and call. Al eyen bend, al hearts he regaleth, His shadow falleth over one and all. In waters that falle, in forest of elves, In sciencee advanced, in sterres themselves, He ledeth kingdoms, castels ascende, Guilds as examples, al lawes he bendeth. Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken? Ne’er shall the worlds escape his hond. Pray telle, pray telle, none may it se, He guideth al, and al shal be. Standing ten foot o’er hye, sometymes twenty, Eyèn piercen the veile through bone and plenty. Armor naught may penètrate, spirit nor stele, Manipulator of Universes, al obeyeth his wele. He hath known many, yet loyal to oon, Single through ages, til tyme is doon. In Heven his soule hath life of revel, In lyf he ledeth men, in deth he is level. Wherein dwellen tremours of wakyng swevings, Fierce smokes whirlèd aboute mindes leavings. Withdrawn yet ever wandrèd, he ascéndeth hie, Nightmarish quakes of futures nought may spie. Galeiul, Galeiul, lord of al and see, Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken of thee? Galeiul, Galeiul, ever ancient, hye, All bow, all knele, beneath his sky. Chosen full statiques, whether knowèd or nought, Mesure of glory, the charge of each thought. Heró of Werre, in day and in night, Heró of Hel, hunter whom none might smite. At longe laste he failleth, yet slepe he naught, Rather than deth’s reste, vigile he hath wrought. Within this realm that may nat ever be, He draweth comrades, whate’er the eyen see. Echoes of wisdom, spirituall eldres, He that hath found the key, he that yeldeth it. He that is the key, and the key he is, Al worldes converge, al eyen bend to this. What shal be or mighte be, cladd in mist, Troopes arrayed, embattled by fate’s cruel twist. Shields clashen ’gainst flames that lepen to skye, Falling, one by one, while strong arise on hye. Unfortune’s hond smiteth, yet he abideth still, Ne’er again shall cleerness bend to will. Begonne in Heven, so shal we return, The fates of al men in his vigilance burn. He is oon, a perfecte bild, and yet many, Ever humble, yet dreadful as any. Mayhap begonne in Heven, mayhap return, Mayhap chosen, yet al fates discern. Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee, Pray telle, pray telle, none may se. Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee, Pray telle, pray telle, none may se. He guideth al, yet none may know, He walketh where no mortal go. The veile trembleth, the worldes turn, While ancient eyen watch and burn. Galeiul, Galeiul, keeper of the veile, Al worldes tremblen at his mighte and call. Al eyen bend, al hearts he regaleth, Galeiul remaineth over all. Pray telle, pray telle, who may it ken? Ne’er shall the worlds escape his hond. Pray telle, pray telle, none may it se, He guideth al, and al shal be. Galeiul, Galeiul, al shal bend to thee, Pray telle, pray telle, none may se.

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