Know you, all who dwell in the light of professed righteousness,
that others who know the keys and the angles have opened the gate,
and for turning back there is not time.
You has been given the key, but the minds are small and grasp not the word.
Therefore, listen to the sounds, oh you out there,
the great bell sound of the baying of the hounds.
They are gaunt and unquenched, and through the great blazing trapezoid they come,
their eyes glow with the fires of hell!