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Hymn of Zenithar

Kneel before the hallowed anvil, pious child of forge's flame
Reap the bounty of honest toil, to Zenithar thy love proclaim
Zenithar, mine lord of labor
I pray my hands are callous-blest
To thine anvil my sweat doth drip
As a steadfast heart beats in my chest
Zenithar, mine god of wealth
Fill my coffer with hard-earned gold
The fruits of honest industry
Oaths fulfilled and good wares sold
Zenithar, mine father of rest
Grant my back its well-earned peace
When day grows dim and coals burn low
Let thirst be slaked and labors cease