Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. (Caption..) Brave the non-time, fiery and imperious, to set the reminiscent thoughts on fire. Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the thousand tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. The primordial sound, alchemistry ascends, impelling me to the supreme liberation. Undisputed paradise that you promised me, devas laughing on the cypresses of the Being. When the clothes are fin