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#medieval #music #aranyzoltan án-Music-274856225999515/ Lyrics: Now my life has gained some meaning since these sinful eyes behold the sacred land with meadows greening whose renown is often told. This was granted me from God: to see the land, the holy sod, which in human form He trod. Splendid lands of wealth and power, I've seen many, far and near, yet of all are you the flower. What a wonder happened here! That a maid a child should bear, Lord of all the angels fair, was not this a wonder rare? Here was He baptized, the Holy, that all people might be pure. Here He died, betrayed and lowly, that our bonds should not endure. Else our fate had been severe. Hail, O cross, thorns and spear! Heathens, woe! Your rage is clear.
