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