A thousand threads enfold before me
One thousand strands of gold
I soar to new planes
Stunning singularity
A righteous cessation
I am nameless yet others name me
An Epithet to fathom
I live on the wind
Grandeur I no longer need
Once Sigma, severed
Now Omega, deserved
A mortal state, obsolete
New paradigm, divine
Yumathir Assidēre Limina Anubi
Anubi eros sublime
Eahtatene, Ammit, Eahtatene
Maikoho trascendеre
Eyota transcenderе
With vacant eyes
And empty shells
They hold their spears
With no will to yield
As time kneeled down
Our myth of merit
And grandeur for us all
The myth of lies
An obscured reality
The sacrifice of the Shudra
Omega Severed