By the Scribes, we gather in their names
The Blessed-born, Triesta lays her claim
For her grace The Essence fan the flames
and liberty shall be their only aim

Who shall rise again?

These pious three shall wear no earthly chains
The virtue of their Matriarch remains
To free them from this unforgiving plane!

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!