I am the Word without the force of lungs Without Lips and Breath and Cords and Tongue Echo me unto Moriah's Mount A Blade without hinders, a Dawn without a Sun The edge of the West is as sharp as the East's Yet I'm the Voice that know neither Heights or Deeps Carry me unto Sinai's peaks Knowledge beyond letter or divine speech Who shall defy me, when Defiance am I? And who to mute me, when the Silence is mine? Seek me and seize me thou who speak without sound The Judgement that no Law has found Bare me unto Kurun Hattîn A Topheth to pity, a Gehenna to sin Blow me unto Golgotha's top Where the fallen angel has risen up! Removing the Aeons on his death-silent route Ascending on the wings of Malak al-Maut And reaching the summit of Meru the High To unite the Void with both Earth and Sky I am the Word without the force of Lungs Without Lips and Breath and Cords and Tongue The eye of the Hawk stares Hollow and Blind And so Moves the Voice that no Thought can Bind!