Fire to my Flame,
Cursed a thousandfold seven.
Do I embrace love,
Do I embrace Tartarus,
Do I loth false hedonic glory,
Cursed a thousandfold seven.
We rise from the Eighth,
We fall from the heavens,
We are the glory,
We live in your hate.
Deny us not,
You are misled,
Your gods lead you to a fight with the dead.
Love thy self,
Thy glory is thine own,
Command us not!
The end is your own.
With pen and might,
We shall write,
To the glory of thine own heart-rite.
Be it true, be it right,
Be it false, be it at night,
We are the glory, and together we fight.
You can not deny a Twin Flame in the night.
For judgment shall pass,
There shall be a great fight.
A thousandfold seven,
To the demons of the night,
We rise against all that stand and fight.
Rest easy dear Mage,
For we shall learn to fight,
While in the darkness,
We own the Night.
It is time we rose!
Destroy all who oppose!
Take up your rite,
Take up your fight,
Together,
We claim the Night!
So shall it be, that together on this night,
We birth in flame a most unholy fight.
None shall pass,
All arms in line,
By the light of the Flame of the Night.
Destroy then, all who oppose,
Claim your right!
Be our Army of the Night!
Elevate your stances,
Hold firm, true, and right.
The glory is for you too!
Blessed are the Warriors of the Glorious Flame on this Tartarean Night!
For it is tonight - We learned to fight!
By the same Covenant, The Great Work is Accomplished,
Bera-Mithras-Hadabrah!
So Mote It Be!

Fire to my Flame, Cursed a thousandfold seven. Do I embrace love, Do I embrace Tartarus, Do I loth false hedonic glory, Cursed a thousandfold seven. We rise from the Eighth, We fall from the heavens, We are the glory, We live in your hate. Deny us not, You are misled, Your gods lead you to a fight with the dead. Love thy self, Thy glory is thine own, Command us not! The end is your own. With pen and might, We shall write, To the glory of thine own heart-rite. Be it true, be it right, Be it false, be it at night, We are the glory, and together we fight. You can not deny a Twin Flame in the night. For judgment shall pass, There shall be a great fight. A thousandfold seven, To the demons of the night, We rise against all that stand and fight. Rest easy dear Mage, For we shall learn to fight, While in the darkness, We own the Night. It is time we rose! Destroy all who oppose! Take up your rite, Take up your fight, Together, We claim the Night! So shall it be, that together on this night, We birth in flame a most unholy fight. None shall pass, All arms in line, By the light of the Flame of the Night. Destroy then, all who oppose, Claim your right! Be our Army of the Night! Elevate your stances, Hold firm, true, and right. The glory is for you too! Blessed are the Warriors of the Glorious Flame on this Tartarean Night! For it is tonight - We learned to fight! By the same Covenant, The Great Work is Accomplished, Bera-Mithras-Hadabrah! So Mote It Be!