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