Children of technocracy Invoke synthetic spirits Plastic crosses choke perspiring necks MAAT I cast dices, but curtain Of future is still hermetic closed Rise! Rise up my Sorrow, and you, my father High! Towards the stars when the white fire Which purifies and melts all false sacrament
Ashes power equal thousands suns Mystery's structures are like chaos of known Objectivism is subjective mandala of reality Fractals flaming spaces consume ego's order Kaos Keraunos Kybernetos
Lamipsos, illumination in the face Of thousand faces gnosis Obtained by descending Into the tunnels of self knowing When thunders of ecstasy strike Black waves of unconscious sea I swim, float, drift, scream Aiwasss And barriers of self change in Legion of escaping bats L.V.X.