I raise my hand against ye, thief!

For we're accustomed to receive,

Not to give hostages

Hear these words! deeds are overt!



As chaos evolves

In worthless lies



A crucial congress

At saônes banks



Gray Sublime Archon I've been called

Through all these years I bore up

Now may we all stay the course

This day



I raise my hand against it all

I question now, did I fail?

Or retain our dignity

And shelter of this defilement?