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I trace my gate upon the wall of stars and pass into eternity

Navigating the aeons astride the dragon of the wind's eye

Through the tumultuous seas of space and time byond the great spheres of fire

The last outposts and final beacons on the brink of the yawning void

Here where the seeds of thought arise from naught

And the Great eye is but a candle in the depths

Black on pitch space unbound

Here lies the Serpent (Katholikos Phis)

Black on pitch space unbound

Its writhing coils enfolding all things incarnate and yet to be

From the Serpent's great maw issues the breath that is the life

Of all worlds seen and unseen

The winds of creation

(And unto its great maw in time shall return)

Destruction, Birth, and Death

I am reborn

Ever onward I soar where even the astral winds dare now blow

To the beginning, the space beyond existence

And from the stars unborn where no light has yet dwelled

I construct my throne and illuminate my kingdom

My will, the hand of the architect, my word a new note in the Eternal Song

The gate of the Eye that I have awakened parts the mists of time

Seeing beyond the vast aeons of eternity