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, all things hopeless
We are but figments of his imagination unbound Man is the excess; there is no 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 forbidden words, show them not reality
Trembling now in the countenance of the Prince of slime Forever subject to the ever scrutinizing eye.