‘Beneath the blaze of a SEVEN-HEADED SUN,

SETH is broken,

SETH is a broken world,

Butchered,

Cut into SEVEN by great WALLS of cosmic tendon,

Silvered and insurmountable,

Unyielding and impassable,

Implacable and impenetrable,

Silvered like mirrors,

Like guillotines,

Argent blades,

Up, up, above the skies,

Down, down, below the seas,

Until one BREATHING MOMENT,

UNFORETOLD,

When that RAGING STAR will burst forth an EIGHTH HEAD,

A great EIGHTH HEAD of ruddy copper,

And the walls will be drawn thin,

And set aside,

And lose their lustre,

And be made passable,

And be made placable,

And the way will be open,

To that eighth place,

CONGREGORE! 

CONGREGORE! UNTO CONGREGORE!

And the waves will not pass through,

And the winds will not pass through,

And the BEASTS will not pass through,

And the dust and the dirt and the heat and the grime,

Will pass through,

Nor the rains warm nor the rains frozen,

But THEY will pass through,

Under the blaze of an EIGHT-HEADED SUN,

Unto CONGREGORE!

Unto CONGREGORE, those peoples of SETH,

Those SAPIENTS,

From their SEVEN FIRMAMENTS will depart, and unto CONGREGORE,

And unto CONGREGORE bring with them their ways,

And unto CONGREGORE bring with them their gods,

And unto CONGREGORE bring with them…()’