| Come here | |
| Sink into | |
| The chant of moon | |
| To lose | |
| A face | |
| As earth turned moon | |
| We are the altar | |
| On which the world was slain | |
| You're born | |
| For us | |
| Atone for us | |
| Be the one | |
| Or become | |
| The sacrifice | |
| [Bakar:] | |
| "Come closer, newborn. | |
| Good that you have put the robes we have provided for you. | |
| You are now one of us. | |
| I can see you are afraid? You don't need to fear us. | |
| We are everything. We are your brothers and sisters, | |
| Newborn! We are your destiny, and your place is among us." | |
| [Qorban (to himself):] | |
| "Why do I fear their faceless hoods more than death itself? | |
| What is this supernatural terror washing over me, | |
| As they come slowly closer and closer? I...I cannot let them get me. I must flee!" | |
| Fly now | |
| To no avail | |
| Thy fate is drawn | |
| You will return |