Lost and blind through desert sand. Enlighten by the secret eye, Pale horns shining through dense black corridors, A sacred fire burning, A sacred fire burning inside, to self-wisdom. A path has shown crossroads to the void. A path has shown crossroads, A translucid dreaming. Quintessence: a voice of silence Crawling within the nature Of self evocative serpents fire. I am the flame: I am the gate And the key of hidden mysteries, Of unknown visions, Of unspoken words! Beyond the gateless gate, A sun... an eye... an opal eve... Lo Sethos! I am the flame: I am the gate And the key... I am all. I am nothing. Upon the sea of stone I float, Under the desert and I shall burn. Wooden mirrors masked In pale faceless forms Grey shadows, show me the path.