O’ Keeper of the Keys,
Great Goddess Frige,
I call to you as the leaves turn red.
Build a home within my heart,
and wrap me in your tender embrace.
Let me know the freedom you imbue,
and let me shape my life into the puzzle I need.
Hail Frige!
O’ Keeper of the Keys,
Great Goddess Frige,
I call to you as the leaves turn red.
Build a home within my heart,
and wrap me in your tender embrace.
Let me know the freedom you imbue,
and let me shape my life into the puzzle I need.
Hail Frige!
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