They  were  drawn  nigh  by  void,

By  abyss,  tranquillity,  heat,

Demise  and  silence

The  perfect  order  of  death

The  angels  of  illusion

Ready  for  creation

The  grand  show

Of  the  universe

For  great  are  the  forces

Of  fusion  and  flames

There,  where  the  bitter  fear  ends

Where  power  grows  in  strength

For  open  are  the  goblets  of  despair

And  the  circlet  made  of  thorns

Here,  in  the  caves,  where

The  illusion  and  freedom  fade

And  from  their  hands

A  fire  shall  spring

And  craft  the  suns

The  angels  of  illusion

In  the  act  of  making

The  art  of  an  endless  creation

For  great  are  the  forces

Of  fusion  and  flames

From  their  hands

A  fire  shall  spring

The  suns  and  the  worlds

United  in  fire

Shall  last  until

The  next  creation