Vitriol

Build a temple from the white stone 
Let it not have neither end nor the beginning 
Take a sword to your hands 
And in this way look for the entrance 
There you will find the snake 
And grasping it sacrifice it 
And enter 

Sun is hidden in a star 
East in the west 
Artist in a masterpiece 
With a contribution of grace 
You will be returned and led back 
To your native land 

You will find yourself 
When heaven sun 
And Luna descend 
Joining the opposites 
Worship the gold