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