Gauridians

RHSH

All day's music of the green tower reaches the far borders of reality,

And stands true to the one deep blue call.

Stand up for the sky, and lower than ever before imangined.

Shout out the weight you carry,

Far more than the sky itself.

An enternity of labor,

Still the chourus rings out proud.

So stand tall the gauridians of passing,

and sing us a blessing forever.