On a chilled, lost autumn night
The mages line up outside
To test their magic power
Inside this fateful tower

Leadership at stake
How many new mages will make
The right decisions, strikes, and turns
Or fall on their mistakes?

A night that's like no other
Relics and bread and butter
Who has power?
Who is stoic?
I'll be the next in line, I know it

I'll climb The Rising Tower tonight
And use my magic powers tonight