Begotten am I

From existent nothing

My hypogean self

In skies entwined

I, although many, am one

Reawakened and (ov) foresight

For nevther profane

Never divine

Begotten am I

From less, never from more

Will absolute

Never to be dwarfed

Begotten am I

Ardor not to be tamed

Roused with rapturous passion

Sealing my covenant with Cain

I am who I am

The shape things to come

Not ov the sacrum

Primeval yet divine