Once there were young believers who founded together A common creed reconciling man with nature Combining knowledge and belief, from matter to spirit The inner alchemy can change the whole world The appalling devotion of our culture Comes from the boundless timelessness of those who write, and teach Our mission is to maintain creation on the peaks Out of reach of idle hands Mages! We are sailors! They applaud all the darings of the mundane, usurping the genius That's why our doctrine should operate a redemption The world has undergone too many revolutions Art is expected to become the cult of times to come When religion becomes counterfeit, art shall save the vital core Restoring the holy boundary that separated Idleness from masterwork Let us redeem creation and recover its priestly conception I found the illuminations I am now entrusted with a mission Through the cult of the ideal We will conquer Mages! We are sailors! The Mage is a sailor heading to a point That is invisible to the commonwealth After having crossed the oceans, he will find the illumination And know the science of the will And discover the inner alchemy