Of the new aeon,

We will praise

The beeings

That we are,

And crossing all

The pathes which

Are meant,

To see the secret

Deep inside the mind.

Traveling within the

Ghost of immortality.



Whatching the pulsing light

Of a new born star.

He will shine through your mind,

Inflaming what could never burn.



Watching the pulsing light

Of a new born star.

He will shine through your mind,

Inflaming what could never burn.



To the place where

The weak will never be,

Or see

Their own death.

Spreading his mighty arms,

Teaching what is the

Inner strength of my soul.

Shown by the number

Of the name,

He will recognize

The power behind

The facade.



Watching the pulsing light

Of a new born star.

He will shine through your mind,

Inflaming what could never burn.