| Behold, the skull-bearer - | |
| The one who illuminates the sacred balance, | |
| He has returned, | |
| Black stars mark his way through the eons - | |
| Lie down and he will sever your ties, | |
| His dance - the movements that lack directional Orientation, in trance - | |
| The intensity of ecstatic stimulation, | |
| Immersed in frenzy - | |
| Submerge and feel the pure, unrestricted force, | |
| Feel the force vibrating through spirit, | |
| Re-behold the black stars, | |
| For they embody the essence of thunderbolt | |
| Behold, the architects - | |
| The creators of passages | |
| That connect all the spheres and worlds, | |
| Like swirling hexagrams above the skull-bearer - | |
| The absolute halo is awakening, their dance - | |
| The diversity of movements that pierces all the Limitations, in ecstasy - | |
| Penetrate through the somnolent flames that form | |
| The circle of bliss immersed in frenzy - submerge and Feel the pure, unrestricted force, at last, | |
| Touch the trident and feel yourself as a skeleton |