From light we transpose
Hegira, last legion
A dying storm
Pyres alight moonrise in silence
From light they transpose
We hold communion for those drifting
Beacons set loose for each we lost
Crimson torch vibrant
So they won’t venture in the dark
As always we strive towards the hope of returning home
From hubris arise all kingdoms, through hubris kingdoms fall
From hubris arise all kingdoms, through hubris kingdoms fall