I raise my hand against ye, thief!   For we're accustomed to receive,   Not to give hostages   Hear these words! deeds are overt!      As chaos evolves   In worthless lies      A crucial congress   At saônes banks      Gray Sublime Archon I've been called   Through all these years I bore up   Now may we all stay the course   This day      I raise my hand against it all   I question now, did I fail?   Or retain our dignity   And shelter of this defilement?