| An alone traveller in the seas of eternity |
| See his eyes steadily fixed on the polar star |
| See his weary feet leaving deep footprints |
| In the sands of faith |
| His oar, now broken, cannot keep any more at bay the predator of the sea |
| And he sails in the waters of infinity |
| But no fear, no pain stains his brow |
| His hands burned by the ropes hold steady the sails |
| Driven by providence, devoid of doubts |
| The dreamer walks into his destiny |
| No man, no beast, no tempest |
| Can stop that man |
| Kingdoms may rise and fall |
| Towers may be stroken down |
| Countries may become seas of gore |
| But he will cross the path to Theosis |
| Beware of that man, for he will be your next king |
| Your next pope |
| Your next prophet |
| Beware of that man, for he is destined to be the God |
| Beware of that man, for he is Adam Kadmon |