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! 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! 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 I'm Aeons tenable Mark my words Of the oath Seven I'm Treasures to the stone Hear my lead In the oath Seven