Sleeping, dreaming, longing for escape,
The illuminated fraternity attempted to awake,
The creators, the gods of the past,
The elder ones, who for eons were entrapped.

To transcend the fleshy shell; alchemy!
To ascend to the higher ones; theurgy!
To influence celestial bodies; astrology!
To refine the black gold; Illuminati!

Four horsemen of apocalypse unleashed,
Sacrifice of body and blood to release,
Mechanized massacres could not make us stir,
Our mother would kindle our rebirth.

To transcend the fleshy shell; alchemy!
To ascend to the higher ones; theurgy!
To influence celestial bodies; astrology!
To refine the black gold; Illuminati!

Kingdoms fell and their riches became dirt,
Their death consumed and fed upon by the Earth,
Compressed and fossilised over millennia,
Constructing a black cocoon for Agartha.

The porous layer let cosmic rays break through,
The undulating surface begins to move,
The glorious blaze of Surya,
The brilliant fire of Shamballah!

As above, so below.

The enlightened ones who spoke in riddles knew the truth,
The key to release our bonds lay within her fuel,
Carbon the incense for the ceremony,
The ceaseless burning desires of Hermetic industry.