He stands before the Elders all
And shows the sharded where to stand
There is crackling energy at His beck and call
And thunder in His reprimand
He wields justice in His left hand
With His right He seeks for peace
And Harmony for all His grand Design
He brings His lightning cross the land
A quest for Unity will never cease
Lord Zvoltz, the Architect of the Divine

To Thee, O Zvoltz, I sing this praise
A song for all Thy worldly deeds
From long and lost yet not forgotten days
An ode to Thee, Divine who leads
I sing for things that mortals recall
And those that we recallest not
From long back ere the Soulless War
I sing for deeds both great and small
And for the Design that Thou hast wrought
O Zvoltz, 'tis you I sing to with my score

But mine be not the first song Thou hast heard
Nor ever the final shall it be
By Song of Creation thy growth was spurred
From formless aethers when Thou were wee
In a creche on the borders of the Void
Thou werest an energetic mass
Writhing in Chaos' formless grip
Thy will took hold and was employed
And on Thyself came order to pass
And out of madness Thou did slip

But Thine was not that creche alone
Within that shapeless near Void place
Thy brethren there were also grown
Formless aspects without face
One amongst of great import
Chose Their chaos to take hold
And in Their shifting form should they remain
And be to Thy order Their retort
Thy brother yet sister be so bold
Lord Lady Mysrai would no aspect attain

Unto a new birth'd world Thou came
A glorious place to behold
With Thy presence 'twould not be the same
As Thy Design began to unfold
For each of the Elders each had a talent
A special skill to call Their own
A bond twix Divine and Creation
Thou pulled Thy kin into alignment
And by Their powers They were shown
The Circle that would be their Station

To Thee, O Zvoltz, I sing this praise
A song for all Thy worldly deeds
From long and lost yet not forgotten days
An ode to Thee, Divine who leads
I sing for things that mortals recall
And those that we recallest not
From long back ere the Soulless War
I sing for deeds both great and small
And for the Design that Thou hast wrought
O Zvoltz, 'tis you I sing to with my score

The battles of the Soulless Wars
I care not to remind Thee
The chaos that did come in scores
As Thou fought to keep Thy brethren free
The terrors under Their assault
They heedless to Thy Divine laws
As into the First World They did pour
The War dragged on without halt
A darken'd age it truly was
I'll sing of it no more

The War did end
The plinths were shattered
Into the Void Thine kind did send
For aeons gone, Thine essence was tattered
Out in that lonely, barren place
How did Thou survive this time?
No kindred did Thine company keep
No chaos, no order in this space
There was no structure, no reason, no rhyme
For Thine solitude, I do weep

But to the First World Thou did return
Trapped in dreams; by mortals set free
A brave new world that for order did yearn
Thou werest welcomed by Shards with glee
From Thine Design they built their culture
Following paths laid out for Thine kin
Six civilizations survived to greet Thee
They waited to hear of Thine Architecture
Some did scoff, to Thy chagrin
But some did hear and did agree.

To Thee, O Zvoltz, I sing this praise
A song for all Thy worldly deeds
From long and lost yet not forgotten days
An ode to Thee, Divine who leads
I sing for things that mortals recall
And those that we recallest not
From long back ere the Soulless War
I sing for deeds both great and small
And for the Design that Thou hast wrought
O Zvoltz, 'tis you I sing to with my score

I sing to Thee, O Lord of Law
I listen to all of Thy decrees
Thine commandments inspire all with awe
A perfect society Thou foresees
Thine Law is Foundation
The first of the Five
It provides us a scaffold on which to build
The rules by which we govern our Nation
Through Law it is Order at which we arrive
And Thus is Thy Design fulfilled.

I sing to Thy Order most Divine
An Order where I have found my place
For there is a place for e'erything in Thy Design
And one those who follow will surely embrace
O Lord, dost I pay heed
When Thou tells us where to stand
From our placement, does Structure come to pass
So we make Order part of our creed
All things are arranged by Thine command
And thusly disharmony do we surpass
In every word and every deed

For Thy Structure I sing my song
Binding Order with the Law
A latticework to build things on
A shining culture without flaw
To build without Structure will lead to collapse
Sending civilizations into turmoil
But with it the mighty will not fall
There be no danger of chaotic relapse
A Harmonic society that will not spoil
And will never cease the world to enthral

I sing, Lord Zvoltz, of a culture Harmonic
Banded together in Unity
Their work to Thine ears must be Symphonic
Each piece in a plan Designed by Thee
Where All work for the One, and the One works for All
'Tis this Design Thou sees with Acuity
And 'tis on these Foundations that we Build
A society where disorder dost appal
Where all citizens work in congruity
To ensure Thine Design in the end is fulfilled

To Thee, O Zvoltz, I sing this praise
A song for all Thy worldly deeds
From long and lost yet not forgotten days
An ode to Thee, Divine who leads
I sing for things that mortals recall
And those that we recallest not
From long back ere the Soulless War
I sing for deeds both great and small
And for the Design that Thou hast wrought
O Zvoltz, 'tis you I sing to with my score