The age of Aquarius smolders to embers The 63 current widens, ye can see this in all men Surely it is a gateway to the cold wastes of Kadath Beyond the void... Black triangle carved upon the Tree of Grey We seek to awaken the First Sun The ineffable Titan, from times before the light We clamor evocations we eschew prayers in smoke in a waning hope that Hyperion will stir...