[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Who shall rise again?

[Verse 2]
The virtue that the Tempers must attain
The strong and gentle shall be both in twain
And snuff the pyre like a summer rain

[Chorus]
Who shall rise again?

[Verse 3]
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!

[Chorus]
Stars above, below the pyres burn
Who shall remain, whose freedom shall be earned?
To fly this prison never to return
Never to return