Begone, portal to the light
The gates are being sealed
Delusions, devious and foul
Abolished and revoked
A burning codex, torn from the weak,
From frail arms and trembling hands
Pages wilting, the symbols buried
The past shall be but a hollow tomb
A tomb, of eternal remorse.
And history will follow, in our wake
Wake of ascension
Temple of the new light
A beacon in the darkest of hours
We, the vanguards of the new dawn,
Emerging for the meek
Millennia of heresy
Ages of subjugation
All the blood for nought
All the strife now void