From the primal sediment of Athor I've built and moulded this body thus, to the lower spheres I may descend to manifest myself before thee The rays of illumination like spears I cast through thee by the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight beaconed thy paths will be I, the logos of the Black Fire for the triumph of progress do strive amidst the haze of obsolete notions bright as the Dog-star I shine Conventionality I shall rend to shreds to banish all morals from thy temple of flesh for with each step beyond thy human reflection verge thou evermore upon perfection The rays of illumination like spears I cast through thee by the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight beaconed thy paths will be Wisdom is the seedling of splendour will - the condition for its growth flourish it shall with persistence though dwell it might ‘neath a wintry cloak As the torch of intuition I shall throw light upon thy way guiding thee into the knowledge of thy Three-tongued Flame