Spread blaze in all directions
Countless tongues of decline
Blister the crust of the earth
Exalt all beings from mass

Flood the soil
Relieved from all distinction

For these are the fruits of arrogant notion
For this is the higher will

And these are the spears that pierce all sanity
These are the swords that divide
These are the hands to unroll the scrolls
These are the veils that cloak the ultimate Axiom

But you will not receive
For the mirror reflects only what it faces
To know is to ignore
To realize one's scarce potential

So seekers: seek
Thine path is blessed with thorns
So force through the planes of affliction
For the goals extend your bounds

For I foresee: you'll never be ... granted