I stand in the center of the summit sphere
I wait for the sound of the clouted bell – the warning sign

This vagueness has not been named,
Yet I see hands which testify the vow
Exposing the uncalled, unknown and unsettled

My destinies marked!

[chorus:]
I confirm vigor of the wise by stealth
With this spell, non-foul, creating combustion
I form the glow
Of the oath, circles are blood and birth renewed
How keen the free star prevails – a strike of thrust
I forever reach

I seek doubled chains of orgia’s durableness!

[chorus]

I’m told by the garlanded that atu and tiphareth…
I’m told by the conquering they remain introducing:

The mentors of the above
The forgers that speak below
The savants of the numbers
The solders of the circuits

[decree]
I’m
Aeons tenable
Mark my words
Of the oath
Seven
I’m
Treasures to the stone
Hear my lead
In the oath
Seven

[repeat decree]
[repeat 1st verse]