Oh, Great August Kami; ascendant of emperors Foreordained matriarch to the order of sunlight. A cease to ebb and flow, vitiate the sól, From the ashes - an exhausted star looms in our hearts Unlit skies blanket all in funereal shade, The glow of yesteryear extinguished in thunderous surge All influenced of the late-pyre collapse Infernal, wistful and bleak, no beacon to grasp Eaten in the great darkness, Left to diminish amidst glacial cold; As above so below; in blade, mirror, trinket and soul Her all-deific fury adrift from the pious throne. Gather now upon once sacred Earth, a final voyage navigates To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die An exhausted star, looms, in our hearts The heliacle chant once more The heliacle chant - the allure of omega