Rejoice with me
O you Sons of the morning
gather yourself up upon me
and we shall play togheter
in the fields of light
I have gone forth to war
and slain him that sat upon the sea
crowned with the winds
I opend my eye and dissolved the universe
I put forth my power and he was broken
I gaze into the seven spaces and there is naught
rejoice with me
for you are born intro the new Aeon
you shall not suffer death
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