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Oh,Fire of pervasive blight

Hidden from men's profane sight

Thou art Guardian of the King

Thou ancient D'jinn the Shadowy Wing

Turn Back - Mortal One !

Or Death shall curse thee

Thou perishable Son

The key to the meaning I seek

Of that crystal glowing sick

Enter ! Daringly

The Triangle of Arte

Charged with strenght of what's bidden

Those are the Akasha realms forbidden