The grinding gears of gods dictate a perfect pattern

From which no hint of deviation is allowed

The turn of cosmic cogs, the spinning dance of atoms

Bite and bind in rhythm, to drive the system

Movements in the mechanism

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection

And find that it is almost in our grasp

Now every form of life converges to the centre

Seeking communion with the primal source

Imposing shape and order, upon chaotic matter

Form adapts to function, though evolution

Life exists in constant motion

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection

And find that it is almost in our grasp

Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence

Becoming one, with the infinite at last

In the absence of balance, there can be no convergence

Behold the alpha, becoming omega

No beginning, no end, from alpha to omega

Out of nothing, we ascend, converging to the centre

I am the alpha

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection

And find that it is almost in our grasp

Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence

Becoming one, with the infinite at last

Omega point is almost in our grasp

Becoming one with the infinite at last