Never to Return: The Essence

By the Scribes, we gather in their names
The Blessed-Born Triesta lays her claim
For her grace the Essence fan the flames
And liberty shall be their only aim

Who shall rise again?

These pious three shall wear no earthly shames
The virtue of their matriarch remains
To free them from this unforgiving flame

Who shall rise again?

Who lights the way for the aimless?
Favor is for the true Scribe-blessed
Exalted by the flame's ascent
Only the purest heart repents
Repent!

Stars above, below the pyres burn
Who shall remain, whose freedom shall be earned?
To fly this prison never to return
Never to return
Never to return
Never to return