[Chorus Intro – Guild’s Cry] “Behold the fire, behold the name! The Guild of Soot, the Guild of Flame! We are the torch, we are the crown, We keep the heavens from falling down. Servants of Light, of Flame, of Law, Without our power the world would gnaw. Step forth, o faithful, kneel, proclaim Your lives belong to Soot and Flame!” [Verse 1 – The Blood of Regaterra] Four hundred years, when Sange had died, We drank the blood, we stemmed the tide. When sun went dark, the sky was torn, We lit false fires to feign the dawn. We bound the Regari, hands and feet, And made their toil our holy seat. Each prayer they spoke, each stone they laid, Was tithed in blood the guildmen made. [Verse 2 – The Wealth of Corir] The fluid burns, the engines roar, The guildmen own the every store. Factories scream, the furnaces spit, The wagons run on the fuel we split. We guard the mines, we hoard the veins, We chain the world in glowing chains. The state pays tribute, the people slave, To feed the guild their gilded grave. [Short Bridge – Guildmasters’ Boast] “See the forges, grand and vast! Hear the Enforcers, strong and fast! Glorious titos, wise and old, Turning corir into rivers of gold. Our robes may smoke, our eyes may gleam, But all you see is holy dream. Our coffers swell, our feasts are fine, For every fire we claim is mine!” [Chorus – The People’s Thoughts] Bang the torch, the Light sustains, Blessed be the holy flames. Guild of Soot, Guild of Fire, Keep us safe from ruin dire. Bang the torch, and praise the name, All is mercy, none is shame. Bang the torch, the Light endures, Their fire burns, their faith is pure. [Verse 3 – The Heresy Revealed] Yet see their skins, withered and black, Their glowing eyes, their twisted backs. The demons whisper at their side, No holy flame, but rot they hide. Each Enforcer’s fist, each psychic brand, Carves the law on flesh and land. No king, no priest, no crown remains, But soot and flame and iron chains. [Verse 4 – The Tyranny] The House of Light, the Flame’s embrace, Is but a mask upon their face. They preach of order, preach of peace, While stealing coffers without cease. The Regari toil, the cities bleed, All bent beneath the guild’s dark creed. The world is theirs, through coin and name, The slaves all burn for Soot and Flame. [Extended Bridge – Guildmasters Again] “Raise your voices, praise our might! We are the dark that feigns the Light. Our robes are ash, our crowns are fire, We bend the world to our desire. Every prayer is ours to keep, Every tithe goes to our feast. We gorge on blood, on corir’s glow, And smile as fools still call us ‘so.’” [Long Outro – The Troubadour’s Sneer] Bang, bang, the forges wail, The poor are ash, the guild prevails. Bang, bang, the Enforcers come, Their fists are law, their mouths are dumb. Bang, bang, the banners flame, Heretics rule in holy name. Bang, bang, the soot grows higher, The land is ash, the world is fire. So kneel, o Regari, kneel in shame Your lives belong to Soot and Flame.
