THE WALL BREAKS asunder, light, like divine laughter, bursts in.
Victory, 0 Light!
The heart of the night is pierced!
With your flashing sword cut in twain the tangle of doubt and feeble desires!
Come, you who are terrible in your whiteness.
0 Light, your drum sounds in the march of fire, and the red torch is held on high; death dies in a burst of splendour!