Mine is the sacred Art of standing in between the worlds,

Of following the ancient gods, and revering the moon.

Mine is the sacred Art of turning the shade into my ally,

Of becoming an agent of equilibrium across the multiverse.

I walk among mankind bearing the torch, and the key.

I follow the Netjeru of Kemet.

Hekate behind me, Hekate beside me, guiding my way,

The dragon within.

I fly with the spirits, and my inner eye sees through the veil.

My magick is sharp and truthful like the scale and the sword,

As I silently walk the spiral labyrinth of dawn.