VI. Lyrics

Of many swords, blue and golden--
Thou hast sung, first and last.
From the ever-risen, ever-fallen,
Blossoming hexagon.
Mystic Aar, of etheric talon--
Through many forms, ye have shone.
Revealing thyself, through paths of splendor;
Crushing in, perfection.
All and none, without, within.
All doubt destroyed, before thy palm.
Candescent prism, of celestial wisdom--
A harmonic infinity have I beknown.
One thousand eyes, one thousand dominions,
Against and, above all time.
Of many spheres, unborn and olden--
One is the numeral, of Gotos will.