Kneeling at this point, fulcrum, I become, To open the gates, I summon all, To seal my fate, I transgress Kneeling at this point, fulcrum, I become Borders to overcome, tyrants to be undone, Daemon of solitude, trickster I salute, Many coloured cap, black stone cross Borders to overcome, tyrants to be undone The fool's errand is my dirt track, Crossroads to open, all before The corporeal altar I fall The fool's errand is my dirt track So we must transcend this open ground Mark not this burial, this burial mound For blood shall run in offerings made The sorcery of otherness shall never fade