Nothing but dust and shadows Weaving the firmament Winds of creation breathed into an inanimate universe Darkness and chaos folding Matter negates the void Igniting the stars to build his infinite elemental forge Fusion binds, feed him life Endless process, ever hungry We are but figments of his imagination unbound Man is the excess, there is the meaning in his grand design Sliming across the cosmos Painted in flame and frost Birthing malformed creations; sentinals of the elder god Nuclear force unravelling The art of destruction born For all things that live must die, unbroiled in the sempiternal war Crumbling foundations, a species undermining The order of the creator Consciousness a curse of flesh Send the Schistastomes a plague of death Knowledge feeds their human needs, but they were not meant to venture far Blind their eyes from these forbid words, show them not reality Trembling now in the countenance of the Prince of slime Subject to the ever scrutinizing eye