Come ye worthy You are a miracle Your Φήμη talk Your Φήμη talk
I observe the rising
I observe the serpent Around the waist Around the naked waist
Caveat, person You'll stumble and fall Upon the sword Upon the sword
Upon a cross you fester Pinned deep Deep in the ground
Oh, I abide by the rule of silence
Come ye worthy
Your swords are like feathers It holds a tight grip
You hold a tight grip
I observe the rising
I observe dagger Observe the sacred, secret Sacred heart
Caveat, person
Your great white mare rears
As they smith old symbols to new brands
I bend those who love me I bend you to love me To will
Oh, I abide by the rule of silence