| (Music: Ashmed i/ Lyrics: Proscriptor) | |
| I see the Sylphs in my stunned mind | |
| The right-side triangle turns upside down. | |
| A circle of stellar blue sterilizes my system, | |
| As images have Paralda come and go. | |
| The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye | |
| Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis. | |
| I hear the renewal of a vacuumed, swallowed void: | |
| Time spirals downward, projective, redemptive. | |
| The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire | |
| Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp garnet. | |
| Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate, | |
| And like the fire, solar and forsaken. | |
| So I lionize your names, | |
| So I listen to your words, | |
| So I arraign to your nerves | |
| So I lionize your names, | |
| So I listen to your words, | |
| So I redirect your seal, | |
| Back to the Intelligence. | |
| The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye | |
| Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis. | |
| . | |
| The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire | |
| Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp, garnet. | |
| Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate, | |
| And like the fire, solar and forsaken. | |
| So I lionize your names, | |
| So I listen to your words, | |
| So I arraign to your nerves | |
| So I lionize your names, | |
| So I listen to your words, | |
| So I redirect your seal, | |
| Back to the intelligence. |