A fine star of the name of Hendekagrammaton    Manifest the forces beyond matter-a-fact    State the wretched reality established    In all these ignorants folly woth a tension of       Occult light so vibrant hidden us supernal darkness    Of bondage to the lord at the gates of matter       Free the fire    Free the blood    Azoth of hypertype transmigration    Kill me of want before    Cosmic metacentrum    Free the will    Free the twin    To free my life I command thee       Hen-de-ka-gram-ma-ton!       Name of Hendekagrammaton is known in deep    That mirrors the stars in the fields of black       Where these halls of ancient one found today a keep    Of a race drowned in dawn of our timely gap       The man is flooding in as particles give way deep inside    In the very core to the dreaded one of finer matter       It is already here       Free the fire    Free the blood    Azoth of hypertype transmigration    Kill me of want before    Cosmic metacentrum    Free the will    Free the twin    To free my life I command thee