Thrashomatic Overdrive

Addicted to protoplasmic matter

I avail myself do that wide abundance

For I am the creator – they 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 simple pull the plug

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

Archieving of all nocturnal phenomenons

The ultimate supervisor 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

Extinguishing the flame of mortals – systematic termination

Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes

I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace