Hymn To The Sun    To bright palace of gold sun  I fly on flaming steed  to steer my father's god wings.  O please, fulfill my dream.    My queen is the bright-haired sun.  Herald young horse master;  crescendo the dawn chorus;  bow to bronzen pilot;  as Pantheon blessed sky father, fly to the gods:  few mortals have flown on wings.    Fierce idols drive blood sun  through black heavens  so how shall I dream?  I'll weave a new verse  each dawn for you.    I fear I follow illusion.  Is this my final veil?  The mirage of the phoenix  from ash daily arises.    these lyrics are submitted by botas