Worshipper of the Holy Spirit, I pray, and in the flood I dance
Unholy with necessity, foolish, I trample the knot of destiny
Thick and compact is the Thorn that burns in the back
Clay vessel, I host density, compactness and thickness
My Body and your Substance intertwine the throne of the Holy Alliance
Burning bread for the man who lives on the altar of the Lord
Yah gives ear to the harp that plays aloud
Lyre intertwines the wave of white fate
Drop of Dew, Gentle Servant
I wash the circumcised Garments and arise in the Strong Place
I place my Bow in the Cloud
It will be the sign of a pact between me and the Earth
I A O
Central Column and Throne of the Merciful
I, as flowing Nature, burn!