歌词
I saw the gods birth the planes
Molded like balls of clay
Spawned of the ideas that remain
With knowledge to lead men astray
I want the secrets of the world
Son of the unknown, acquired wisdom I will clench
Boundless knowledge to be unfurled
Gardener of men, endless thirst for me to quench
Wretched void, blackened formless demon
Cursed lord of the mundane
Wisemen turning knowledge hungry heathens
Revelations to drive men insane
I want the secrets of the world
Son of the unknown, acquired wisdom I will clench
Boundless knowledge to be unfurled
Gardener of men, endless thirst for me to quench
I found the helix of the mind with
I found the helix of the mind within
Now entwined with the plane unseen
Spacial fabric unbeknownst to mortal eyes
Folding, coiling, molding to the obscene
Spectral gray of futility
Symphonies of omnipotence
A simulacra of eternity
Accompanied with pestilence
Gross indifference to the tides of fate
I am the moon that pulls their strings
Humanity can only postulate
That in which I ruminate
Tear at the fabric of dimensions
I lie in wait at its core
Tear at the fabric of dimensions
I lie in wait at its core
I open my third eye
Enter eternity
I wait in the shadows
To find the secrets of existence
Black pages melding cyclical revelations
Apocryphal texts dissolve all reality
Psychotic tomes in cerebral desolation
Omniscient monstrosity of tenacious perspicacity
Though gods may die, I will remain
Seek the truth and let it destroy you
Mortal pests in the shadow of disdain
Seek the truth and let it destroy you