We light the fire, we consecrate

We wear the robes of the number 8

We steer the ship against the fates

We recognize it's always late



Disowned power, forgotten choice

Riding the shallows with no voice



We light the fire, we consecrate

We wear the robes of the number 8

We steer the ship against the fates

We recognize it's always late



Wasted is all, existence gave them

Waiting forever for something to save them



We light the fire, we consecrate

We wear the robes of the number 8

We steer the ship against the fates

We recognize it's always late



Prone to folly, they pay their debt

The fools have hidden from themselves their very depths

Brought to beg by false decree

Wretched and twisted, they bend the knee

Take up yourself now and consecrate

Take up the reigns and whip them straight

Time to expand time to contract

Time to forgive time to attack



We light the fire, we consecrate

We wear the robes of the number 8

We steer the ship against the fates

We recognize that it's always late