Hymn of Sarastaa

O, Lord of the Dawn, Ruler of the Morning,
Of all that exists the beneficient handler,
Spread your grace throughout the minds 
Of your followers, all lost in the wilderness.

Lift your wings of light, light golden and good,
And watch over and defend your smallest child.
Gather all those who love you,
And show them the path to your love beyond bounds.

Darkness and blood have fallen on the world,
And doom and truth are colliding.
But still you wait, beyond blood, beyond pain,
The Lord of Morning; you are beyond praise.