After the beginning, there were days when ignorance reigned

Before the twisted perversion of the human mind

Innocence shone

And the years went gliding by

Awareness writhed its way into human consciousness

Gnashing at man's purity

Provoking him to ask unanswerable questions

Attempting to construct a morality in a blinding flash of light

Or some dark flame we are shown, that which

Could not be deduced by thought alone

And decades rolled away

Speculation and confusion tormented him with unfounded myth

Fable married Greed, begetting widespread lies

The unforgivable lust for power overcame virtue

And centuries died

The fiction manifested itself, as real as the tide that tortures the shore

Until it raged violently, uncontrollably

Until it consumed all, even its creator, mankind

Until time itself turned to stone

Knowledge of the damned pervades my sickened mind

Wild dreams in the middle of the night awaken

Follow me to the world of death

Silent shadows show us where the previous life happened

And follow us to the end of time

Creator, the afflicted

Creator, the wicked

Creator, the fever

Creator

Rising out of body, above the worms

Seeing them stuck in their ways

Wriggling as bags of flesh

And I now hold the chain

Which keeps them constrained

Tied to false firebearer’s rock

Never wander from the false light

In one atavistic delight

Day is turned to eternal night

Never so bright seemed the flame

Til left alone in silent cosmic darkness

Violently accelerating towards the ends of sanity

Towards some ultimate goal created by indifference

Unfathomably far from what we call truth

We are pushed into a new era of reckoning

So far from creator

I now hold the chain

Since the beginning of our time

We have seen reflections of order

The great old one, all powerful

But our vision has been distorted

The afflicted

Creator