I cannot sacrifice to you, oh Sol Invictus.
Accept this toast I offer you instead.
A decade dead and then reborn one morning.
The sun is beautiful to see from my old bed.
The visions of the long lost Kingdom,
I thought I saw them only in my dream,
The night has passed the eyes have closed in mourning,
The body’s gone and all is as it seems.
Tomorrow is the day that had been chosen,
An answer will be given straight to me,
A commendation or an execution.
I smile, in peace and let my soul run free.
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