Oh you, Journeymen!
Beware of the tower's reign -
the fell voice and power's stain.
Ho! Journeymen, lift up your empty hearts!
Lift them high to the Eastern Light.
Hold out your hearts then fire touch,
and never more be lost from sight!
For though you have little, this act is much.
Now you have become a glimmer, a pale reflection in a world of night.
Hold fast, dear Journeymen, to the Eastern Light!
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