We light the fire, we consecrate
We wear the robes of the number 8
We steer the ship against the fates
We recognize it's always late

Disowned power, forgotten choice
Riding the shallows with no voice

We light the fire, we consecrate
We wear the robes of the number 8
We steer the ship against the fates
We recognize it's always late

Wasted is all, existence gave them
Waiting forever for something to save them

We light the fire, we consecrate
We wear the robes of the number 8
We steer the ship against the fates
We recognize it's always late

Prone to folly, they pay their debt
The fools have hidden from themselves their very depths
Brought to beg by false decree
Wretched and twisted, they bend the knee
Take up yourself now and consecrate
Take up the reigns and whip them straight
Time to expand time to contract
Time to forgive time to attack
We light the fire, we consecrate
We wear the robes of the number 8
We steer the ship against the fates
We recognize that it's always late