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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