Wisdom is not born of silence But of the voice of forgotten gods And Thoth, the God of wisdom and writing Will teach us what lies hidden within our consciousness Knower of the whole world Shaping reality and space-time With the stroke of his brush— The scribe of the gods is shaping the universe Through the hidden alphabet At the call of the Moon He brings you to awakening Oh, great sage in the form of an ibis With the parchment, you shape the stars Through your vast and endless vision You hide the path, you guard the spark The wisdom of Thoth, the silence that speaks In the scroll of time, your truth still breathes Bearer of hidden knowledge The one behind everything Creator of the calendar— The path to absolute gnosis Transcendental ascension You are the lord of divine law You who are Trigemistus Master of the secret flame Where all illusion turns to dust Through judgment and the weighing heart He writes the fate that never parts Oh, great sage in the form of an ibis With the parchment, you shape the stars Through your vast and endless vision You hide the path, you guard the spark The wisdom of Thoth, the silence that speaks In the scroll of time, your truth still breathes Creator of alchemy, bearer of apotheosis Judge of the dead, master of the scales of Maat The great laws of existence are yours to decide— The ink of the cosmos flows from your eyes Reborn in other cultures, yet never forgotten Always glorious— As the Moon reigns over the densest skies Lord of absolute truth Your power resonates within me— And it longs to set me free Oh, great sage in the form of an ibis With the parchment, you shape the stars Through your vast and endless vision You hide the path, you guard the spark The wisdom of Thoth, the silence that speaks In the scroll of time, your truth still breathes