For those who rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace For those as wolves among sheep Who sharpen their teeth Who sharpen their teeth For the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single Fiery Glance This This is Your Season