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