Candelabras, wicks aflame
Is bound to a soul
Never escaping the destined consumption
A revolution, the intention perpetual despite the sovereigns flames
Scrolls, etchings, scriptures all tell
The tale of those who fought to remain in this hell
What they thought was a change in fate
Was really their deaths coming
Fortunate, corruption is imminent
Follow the arcane sigils
To the curse, that must corrupt your soul
Arcane sigils, burned in you
More than you through this light
What may seem like a new beginning
It's really just a new meaning
