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?