As an image of his own higher self, it was a something on which Yermah could concentrate all of his thought-forces.
A low, plaintive wail from the instruments, and a chill seized the audience.
“A mighty continent was cut loose from its fastenings,” sang the bass voices. “The fires of the earth came forth in flames and clouds and loud roarings.”
“And the land rocked to and fro like a ship at sea,” chimed the tenors.
“Again the vortex of the earth closed in on all sides,” they all sang together.
“By great pressure the land sank beneath the waters to rise no more,” they repeated three times. Then, after an impressive pause:
“The corporeans all went down to death!”
The wails and cries of the mourners drowned the music.
In the midst of the exercise, Yermah was invested with a purple robe and the pointed hat of a hierophant, while Imos took position in the northern niche, in front of the swastika. When quiet was restored the high-priest knelt with the entire congregation, and after a long and fervent supplication rose and hung a broken heart of rubies on a little gold hook in the center of the revolving cross.