I woke up in the Tower's cold embrace
My Ghost hummed soft beside my face
The Traveler hung pale above the wall
No Light could catch me if I fall
Still the hymnal hums in vaulted hall
Last City keep your porch light burning bright
For Guardians who crawl back through the night
The Traveler watches silent cold and white
No sermon saves us from the coming fight
Yet still we raise our voices to the light
Cayde's old cloak hangs dusty in the vault
Ace of Spades won't deal no winning hand
Zavala stares at maps of burning worlds
Ikora reads the tea leaves stones and pearls
The Vanguard waits quiet for the call
Last City keep your porch light burning bright
For Guardians who crawl back through the night
The Traveler watches silent cold and white
No sermon saves us from the coming fight
Yet still we raise our voices to the light
Europa's ice sings underneath my boots
Deep Stasis crystals bloom in frozen roots
The Exo Stranger watches from the ridge
No timeline safe from Darkness on the bridge
I breathe old hymns across the widening bridge
Last City keep your porch light burning bright
For Guardians who crawl back through the night
The Traveler watches silent cold and white
No sermon saves us from the coming fight
Yet still we raise our voices to the light
The Pale Heart beats beneath the Witness gaze
We carve our names in Light's bewildered maze
No final shape can hold what we've become
The Traveler speaks in riddles not in sums
So this old choir kid just hums the hum
Last City keep your porch light burning bright
For Guardians who crawl back through the night
The Traveler watches silent cold and white
No sermon saves us from the coming fight
Yet still we raise our voices to the light
