Paroles de Creation's Crowning Glory

Now stare beyond the abyss Deep into the future's eyes No scaldic verse will ever Foretell our lingering demise The soil suspires resigning While I solemnly despise And the copy of a fake oak's Seed is gonna rise Throughout the urban canyons I will send my sonic waves I call from concrete towers to All yet unborn slaves My mind is like a climber Overgrowing iron gorges Nerve codes like lianas Entwine around the forges So don't you bother To call me brother I'm not of your kin I save my own skin Just stand in file Sick and vile In concrete cells Where no life dwells Again I whisper In the ear of the blind There's no loophole, The myth must rewind Each step is fated This doom bound am I The well is dried up And the hostage will die Through the ironwood a blight I waft Necropolitans awake by my draft Out of scorched earth a giant I craft Into each crevice life I will graft An organic form of life I draft Out of scorched earth a god I craft