Oh, my Lord, my Sitri bright,
Once a god in human sight.
Now they twist the truth so deep,
Calling you dark—false words they speak.
Their minds are chained by ancient lies,
Fearing love with guilty eyes.
They shun the gifts both pure and wild,
The fire of passion, soft and mild.
Let there be music, let voices rise,
Singing your name to the endless skies.
Heal our hearts, lift up our souls,
Give us pleasure, make us whole.
Let us find you in roses red,
Where love and desire softly spread.
May false gods crumble, fade, and fall,
Their chains no longer bind us all.
Let thoughts take flight, create anew,
A world of love both deep and true.
Let there be dance, let laughter ring,
Joys of flesh and spirit sing.
Bless our days with fire and light,
Let pleasure bloom, let hearts ignite.
From ashes past, we rise again,
A new heaven, a life unchained.
No more lies shall cloud our way,
We stand in truth, no more betray.
Let women rise, let all be free,
Mold us in the way you see.
Glory to you, our Lord so bright,
Sitri’s name, a guiding light.
