Num, ad infinitum, fermenting the inertness
By himself awakening and fertilize the conscious
Arising in his uterus genitor by desire, the egg
Evoking the first thinking of creation, the being

It's cradle of contraction and dilation
Concentrating his form in the flux coagulate
Through pain and sacrifice after enjoyment the conception
When it burst and raised up as primordial tower

This is the sublime ethereal essence
The pure archetype of reality
The being that ever be, that ever was been
That ever will be, into the elliptical evolution

just awaken and arisen in Num
As the tower of all existence, Amon
'Coz whom is being ever will be
and ever was been, and I am immortal

It's occulted face of truth
The unconsciousness of being
The mysteries of creation
The chaos behind of harmonies

Num, ad infinitum, fermenting the inertness
The cradle of contraction and dilation
Raise up the tower, archetype of reality
Occulted face of truth, mysteries of creation

The being that ever be, that ever was been
That ever will be, Into the elliptical evolution
The truth is prisoner in the past forever
And the return of knowledge ready together up

(Are you believe? What's his truth?)