The Seed ov I

From the top of the highest mountain
Prior to descent, my fall for Thee
My weapon is silence, I, bringer of light
To burn this goddamn Eden downBehold I rise from primal silence
As a storm crushing dismal shores of Acheron
My weapon is violence from the mud of the earth
Back to the womb of BabylonSink in the stream of woe
Acheron
Rise above the eyes of God
NecromanteionI am the oracle
I am the grace of god
I am the stream of woe
I am wrath from aboveFrom Neptunian realm arisen
Babylon the great I praised
With the voice of silence, I called the genii
Of the heights and depthsI came down as raging Mars
As volcanic fire god
Totality and I are one
In the absence of light
Infinite I shall becomeSink in the stream of woe
Acheron
Rise above the eyes of god
NecromanteionSink in the stream of woe
Acheron
Rise above the eyes of god
Necromanteion