Asa-Ya-Vama-Asa-Ma-Aana Vama-Na-Alana-Vama-Na-Kronos! Feathers of the rising crimson lotus Ashes of a thousand dead stars This invocation of paraphernlia and dreaming terrors I tread the words of the introspective gaze The rays I gather on a lunar disk moulded with silver The astral veins reverberate and force to inundate The astral mind is illuminated with creed The primordial hunter is now awaken, unchained Unleashed from chambers within the mortal and the eternal I stand before me