I tear the mantle of the weak and I wipe the laborious sweat off my forehead
I nail the stakes of ignorance in the timber, where I rise Glorious in my
Conscious evolution, silence ungodly clerics
Catholicism, unconsciousness of the ravenous
Lights are out to unveil the truth
Prophecies, food for the ignorant
My flames burn down the mantle of illusions
I condemn the rituals of the great christian who*e
Many centuries have despised men
For they glorify perfection of suffering
For they oppose enlightenment of experience
The voices of my ancestors have initiated me
By the grace of countless reincarnations
From neophyte to God, Creator and Absolute
I am awareness, revealed in dark rites
And as monarch of my actions
I am my own fate and will
I am above those who illuminate the pathway to the new order
My truth shall not be desecrated by the iniciatic fallacy of Spiritual Schools
Without sulphur the humid fire shall not be started
Without transmutation of mercury there shall be no power
Without lubrication of salt you shall not meet the green lion
Once all the books are burned we shall be reinvented in the real manifestation