By the Scribes, we gather in their names
Milithe the Molten sets her Pyre aflame
Her fearsome three seek knowledge for their claim
The Withdrawn shall find the truth or leave in shame! 

Who shall rise again?

The Wild Witch uncovers all concealed
Her devotees in struggle never yield
Til all forbidden knowledge be revealed!

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!