[00:00.000] 作曲 : Sebastian Lanser/Stefan Kumerrer
[01:05.267] What sudden blaze of majesty
[01:10.564] Is that which we from hence descry
[01:16.533] To whom our vows and wishes bend
[01:21.285] Here our solemn search has end
[01:27.247] Mother of a hundred gods
[01:31.551] Divine creation give her odds
[01:36.527] Who had thought this clime had held
[01:41.351] A deity, numinous and unparalleled
[01:48.560] This this is she - Sitting like a Goddess bright
[01:58.530] This this is she - In the center of her light
[02:09.894] Mark what radiant state she spreads
[02:14.678] In circle round her shining throne
[02:20.382] Scatter radiance like silver shreds
[02:25.752] This this is she
[02:41.231] To the celestial sirens harmony
[02:46.703] And turn the adamantine spindle round
[02:52.200] On which the fate of gods and men is wound
[02:57.281] This this is she
[03:03.234] Mother of a hundred gods
[03:07.498] Divine creation give her odds
[03:12.567] Who had thought this clime had held
[03:17.625] A deity, numinous and unparalleled
[03:47.551] Fame that her high worth to raise
[03:53.848] Once seemed so lavish and profuse
[03:59.225] We may justly now accuse
[04:04.554] Of detraction from her praise
[04:31.058] Mother of a hundred gods
[04:35.523] Divine creation give her odds
[04:40.467] Who had thought this clime had held
[04:45.495] A deity, numinous and unparalleled
[04:57.210] This this is she

作曲 : Sebastian Lanser/Stefan Kumerrer
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
To whom our vows and wishes bend
Here our solemn search has end
Mother of a hundred gods
Divine creation give her odds
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity, numinous and unparalleled
This this is she - Sitting like a Goddess bright
This this is she - In the center of her light
Mark what radiant state she spreads
In circle round her shining throne
Scatter radiance like silver shreds
This this is she
To the celestial sirens harmony
And turn the adamantine spindle round
On which the fate of gods and men is wound
This this is she
Mother of a hundred gods
Divine creation give her odds
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity, numinous and unparalleled
Fame that her high worth to raise
Once seemed so lavish and profuse
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise
Mother of a hundred gods
Divine creation give her odds
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity, numinous and unparalleled
This this is she