Addicted to protoplasmic matter   I avail myself of that wide abundance      For I am the creator - the 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 simply pull the plugg      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      Archiving of all nocturnal phenomenons   The ultimate superivsor 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   Exinguishing the flame of mortals - systematic termination   Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes      I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace