By descent

By inherited grace

Off another hand's work, off another hand's theft

The payment comes as owed

(The given will be given again)

(The gathered will gather further still)

The wretched, the wicked, the golden heir (The given)

From father to son (Will be given again)

For glory, for splendour, eternally (The gathered)

For glory, for them (Will gather furthеr still)

Wretches dressеd in spite

Covet what is mine

Take their rank below

Undying lineage, eternal

Heralds sing my lauded name of old

Reverent to endless stories told

Their light is my light

Their glory shines through me

Their light is my light