By the Scribes, we gather in their names

Milithe the Molten sets her pyre aflame

Her fearsome three seek knowledge for their pain

The Withdrawn shall find the truth or leave in shame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

Till 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!

Stars above, below the pyres burn

Who shall remain, whose freedom shall be earned?

To fly this prison never to return

Never to return

Never to return

Never to return