For what do we fight, for what do we die?
The blood of our sacrificed brothers demands justice, demands purpose!
This pathetic humanity has sunk so low, yet for them we die.
We are travellers of the infinite, yet we are trapped in the finite of the earth's pollution.
She cries in desperation cries of anguish and of pain,
"Flee, flee, I tell thee, for I am to burst"
But nay, still we remain; we are yet to stay!
Reconfigure this broken world and rescue it from its fathomless pit.
Still we stand on high, the great Warriors of Duat!
Ecrin A Vovim!