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
