Rejoice, O you who've strayed from grace,
Celebrate, O you who've found your place.
Sing, O voices that praise His name,
For your God has come, in glory's flame.

He who is free from good's embrace,
He who resists evil's tempting trace.
Chaos is his true domain,
The Supreme Ruler has come again.

He has returned, a force untold,
A goodness that cannot be controlled.
An inevitable ruin, yet profound,
His presence shakes the very ground.

Remember Him throughout all time,
In every place, in every rhyme.
Keep Him close, through all you do,
Until you return, and are made new.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Lupar, in the year 965 AF.