Silver and steel be thy essence
The archduke of pacts and stone thy foundation
Let red be the color of my tribute
And the inescapable master of Gravity the ancestor
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
For each be sundered and reborn anew
Allow the four gates to be forever sealed, and heed the Grail's call
My soul be thy body, my words be thy blade
Come forth from the throne and follow the footsteps of humanity
Vow, our hearts beat as one, o guardian of the scales!

















