Call the horn, to fell their helm
This wage of war, with magic’s help
Magitek, the armor in new trials
Designed to mindwash and kill
By harvesting, the strength of an esper child
Subjected to death
At vektor, where the emperor rules from his throne
And the espers imprisoned from their home
Force the crown, enslaving all
To wake the gods, the Triad
The torture chambers and experiments
Testing the ends of esper’s health
Absorb their strength then toss the waste
Of magicite to incinerate
But the war is raging, the Returners arriving, a new world is dawning
Burn
Burn the continents, devoured by elements
Channel the espers’ strength, to slay the general
As vektor sank into the tower
As vektor sank into the tower
Vektor, where the emperor ruled from his throne
And the espers came back to overthrow
All of vektor
And the remnants serve the tower’s base