Herein, upon these parchments of hardened silk; inlaid and written with golden thread, the eternal knowledge of the Lord thy God which framed all that is, was and will be; has revealed the designs of His power.
None are worthy to taste of the fruit wrought from authority; which springs forever from within me.
Cursed be the Angel who removes a single scroll.
Cursed be the Man who breaks a single seal.
Cursed be the Beast who looks upon the words therein.
Them that covet this power, shall find themselves consumed and utterly destroyed. Such are the words herein as likened to poison; for the speaker, for the hearer, and also the seer. That therefore these words shall be an unknowable elegy, casting shouts and sighs from the eternal destruction of the body, the spirit and the soul.