We, the Akashians are the Eternal Death and the Eternal Life,

The Eternal Flame of the purest Black Light,

With endless forms, with many names,

Beyond the barriers of space and time.

 

We, the Akashians always resurge, always exist,

More Sacred than Divine law, our opposition to cease,

The Angels´ scourging, the Paraclete´s disgrace,

The unknown dead for their lives, empty lives which we regret.

 

We, the Akashians, have recalled, and have defeated,

Above all the powers is our will power,

The most pure love and the ruthless hate,

Forbidden knowledge, awakened from this dream.

 

We, the Akashians, blessed or cursed but everywhere,

In silence ever growing and evolving,

In great quiet, fighting and devouring,

We, the Spirit of ancient conquest.

 

We, the Akashians, The eternal present,

The inner passion, the terrible presence,

We are rebellion,

A secret forever.

 

 

In eternal love, In eternal darkness;

The Akasha Wamphyric Order