By the Scribes, we gather in their names
The bold Accusers, steadfast in their aims
Those loyal few who serve Golathanian’s claim
Seek absolution in the Pyre’s flame

Who shall rise again?

The Hand of Gol brings justice to this place
To find redemption in the solemn race
To bear the burden of Golathanian’s grace

Who shall rise again?

Who lights the way for the aimless?
Favor is for the true Scribe-blessed
Exalted by the flame’s ascent
Only the purest heart repents, repent!

With stars above, below the pyres burn
Who shall remain? Who’s freedom shall be earned?
To fly this prison, never to return!

Never to return!