When the stars align
The Rites shall come to bear,
Illuminate the signs
The exiles shall be there.
All are not the same,
But three shall be as one.
Freedom in the flame
The end has just begun.
Strands may break alone,
But twisted make a braid,
Together on their own
The journey shall be made.
Huddled in the cold,
Backs against the storm,
The timid and the bold,
They keep each other warm.
Shivering alone,
But joined are unafraid.
Together on their own
The journey shall be made,
The journey shall be made,
Мade.
When the stars align
The Rites shall come to bear,
Illuminate the signs
The exiles shall be there.
Strands may break alone,
But twisted make a braid,
Together on their own
The journey shall be made,
The journey shall be made,
The journey shall be made
The journey shall be made.