Dziady - poemAncestors, forefathersHear my voice, comeAccept the offeringsBrought by your sonsUnrestful spirits, ghostsBound to this worldCome to the cleansing flameIn the night's coldBonds of hate, bonds of griefShed and be freeFind your place in the rootsOf the World Tree
Looks great still!
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