Three shinning pentagrams of gold
Onward the conqueror runs
Surrounded by an azure and light

Upon his shoulders the urim
And the thummim of the sovereign
Sacrificant with three angles, bound

One crescent of the Moon on the right
One crescent of the Moon on the left
In his hand a sceptre
Surrounded by a globe

We crown the initiate
With words to dominate
Two sphinxes will collide
The tarot will survive
Two principles divided
The conqueror's sword will rise
The sacred name
Yod of the seventh son

Upon the square which forms
The front of the chariot throne
Surrounded by the flying sphere

We crown the initiate
With words to dominate
Two sphinxes will collide
The tarot will survive
Two principles divided
The conqueror's sword will rise
The sacred name
Yod of the seventh son