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