Chapter-1

The words of the sons of Hetham, the sayings of the daughters of Hesma. We shall speak as one from the lips of many. O, Ears of the innocent and the righteous, hearken to our symphony of holy knowledge.

Wickedness rises, and WE to meet it.

Children of the Magic against Children of the gods, against strengths abused, against powers abused, against boons abused, against quakes that menace the pillars of heavens and earths.

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…… battles are fought with fists in gist, swords and words. The Prophets are the words of the Celestiality, the (…..) the swords, WE the fists. Just like a fist is one with

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….you cannot fall. If Destiny is the riverport, our own volition is the rudder. Although a man allows his hands to get hurt in order to defend the greater body, he also feels the pain himself; in the same manner, the (.....text missing….)

… my phrases be voices in your ears. I always thought it was me against the world and one day I realized it's just me against…(...text missing…)

At the mercy of Despair, we are. Let there be no other stronghold of (….). Our (one) and only refuge is Despair itself. Let its wings be our roofs and its feet be our beds. Come, Come,...(...text missing.. )

….the (body) is said to be a lampshade, and the soul is (...) luminous. Discard the (ephemeral) incenses of ignorance. Worship with the (...); '' I am (....)''. True realization can't be realized but be hiccoughed in the breath not (inhaled) nor exhaled. Devotion (is not) a blindless faith if it genuinely has eyes, Fighting not a worthless…(...text missing…)

These (heavens) and earths are the milk of all beings, and (...) are the milk of these heavens and earths. The butter is made out of this. The (yogurt) is made out of that. Every sweetened cheese comes from the (sweetness) of the dairy farmer, and every bitter cheese from the bitterness of the dairy farmer.

Every crown of the earths knows the touch of the fists of righteousness. The feet of light have (…..) the wicked thrones. The messengers are the (warriors). The lips are the knuckles. 

When the glories of the (Glories) descend upon us, the blades of the mortals are denied their purposes. When the splendors of the Splendors enshroud us, the lightworks of our souls illumine the faces of the earths.

( The manuscript ends with this supposed passage. There are still some ruined letters under this fragment, although they are hypothesized to be some sort of credits list)