Addicted to protoplasmic matter I avail myself do that wide abundance For I am the creator they call me god This naive rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst In my laboratory lovely named "earth" your incubator you grow and wilt Scrutinized and analyzed And when my work is done I simple pull the plug I am theory and practically don't exist Syntax error the unknown force of downfall My name a synonym for terror my blood the elexier of horror I sustain all synthetic factors of physical composition Archieving of all nocturnal phenomenons The ultimate supervisor of statics weaver of dimensions Listen to that voice so mellow close your eyes and fall asleep But be on your guard not to go astray in the shades Back to generation zero thrashomatic overdrive Enigmatic origin stain by hidden force Extinguishing the flame of mortals systematic termination Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace