From waking dawn From first drawn breath I was yours Ever silent ward
That to which I clung I was yours In the quaking pools Of your gaze
Shackled and drowned Thus christened Son, brother, king
For what false warmth, weak For what blinding light, pale Bodies will we burn?
When the mantle of our spirit Is not our own We have nothing We are nothing
Begin rites of reclamation Flames engulf the initiate
Kneel Kneel before the raging blaze Offer the crumbling deed It ascends as fiery ash New stars in heavens reborn
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