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Ask Ling He for the lyrics of The Daughter of the Goddess of Glory.
Between distant and mysterious mountains and rivers

This is a paradise blessed by the gods under the sky.

The endless forest is connected with clouds.

A new myth about the hunting festival is circulating.

She brought harvest and joy to the world.

Just like flowers and wine, people are nostalgic.

People are sweating in the wheat fields.

Abundance and prosperity breed this mountain and river.

Give blessings and revel with songs.

The maiden decorated the Oracle to witness the feast.

As usual.

Full of songs and jokes.

Wait for the noise to pass.

Silent wilderness

The devil opened his eyes mercilessly.

When the night is decorated with flames into hot and dazzling colors.

Ancient stone tablets deep in the forest reflect the existence of that world.

Ah, ah, when the dawn of victory is still hovering in the abyss.

The horizon flashed and covered the dust.

That is a creature trampled by anger.

Crows on the stump roof are chirping in the trees.

Listen softly.

The displaced people are not in the busy streets.

Noisy and disturbed by smog.

The cruelty of war

Try to measure

peace

There is light in the shadow.

All the dark light is back.

Do dreams and hopes stand side by side?

Waiting alone in the dark

She poured disaster and pain into this world endlessly.

Who can pray to dispel this endless cruel and profound nightmare?

Screams and flames in the distance started a prairie fire.

Happy Eden of the dead

The girl's silent expectation

Pray for the light to come.

When the night is decorated with flames into hot and dazzling colors.

Ancient stone tablets deep in the forest reflect the existence of that world.

Ah, ah, when the dawn of victory is still hovering in the abyss.

The horizon flashed and covered the dust.

The rising sun reflected the dawn and blew away the gloomy mist.

The little white flowers on the mountain opened in an instant.

Ah, I hope to carve the legend before sunset.

The wind will be covered by history.

Will still be loved by god.