By the Scribes, we gather in their names
For Soliam Murr, The Tempers lay his claim
The Horned King, repentant in his aim
To show his flock the mercy of the flame

Who shall rise again???

The virtue that The Tempers must attain:
The strong and gentle shall be both in twain
and snuff the pyre like a summer rain

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!