Lamed Tav Aleph. Shin.
The chosen are your forethought, empress of the abyss
The chosen are your afterthought, mistress of enclosure
Out of your mind, by his divine deceit, I have granted them this privilege
The chosen of Me remain the chosen of Me
The sons are your sons, empress of the abyss, the daughters are your daughters
by the law before the law,
By the love before the love
The guidance of the prince, holy Abraxas, arrives apocalypse
And a temple to his fearful authority is constructed to rule over the world,
They will rue his geometry, they will flee from his eye,
While you commandeth dervish, who worship at your feet, who rejoice at the honey of your voice,
While the chosen of Me remain, within tranquil repose, the chosen of Me.