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I sit in the circle

looking west

looking at the Tower of precipitous Torrents

I await the thunder of your voice

I seek the wisdom

the black candles meander

trumpets  precede you

I look to the west

two hundred legions you command

the sound of your voice stuns me

I see it shining diadem

riding the dromedary you approach

Labal and Abali follow you

PAIMON my king

PAIMON Guardian of the path

PAIMON through Leviathan

PAIMON Guardian of the depth and the subconscious .

I want to know

show me the way

and always I follow the light of your diadem