Ambivalent creation Of a divine will You are the servant of evil Do not ignore your lust for power Come now, join us in this slaughter Defend us, O creature, this foundling Naked, thrashing and screaming This being will guide us to our destiny Sit upon the horizon Function according to our design Concealed thoughtlessness Constrained callousness Envision peace in this time Through blood soaked eyes Slave to be mastered Power to be tapped Grotesquely conjured of lies Through blood soaked eyes Our work, our goal May be completed We may break the walls And leave here If you can accept these curses Ascend to your ancient timeless purpose Discarded, desperate Not one of us A vile form that disgusts us Desired only for its potential Anything less demands we kill Concealed thoughtlessness Constrained callousness Envision peace in this time Through blood soaked eyes Slave to be mastered Power to be tapped Grotesquely conjured of lies Through blood soaked eyes Celestial glory For the taking Unleash a storm Of your making It looks upon us Twisted face and hateful scowl Does it see itself in us It reaches out as if to call Aspects of man In form and stance Dare we approach This mournful form Should we destroy it Is it one of our own? Does it seek to learn, or only to grow Forced evolution in a dripping maw To be filled with recycled flesh When there is nothing left, condemn it to death Or put it to work It moves mountains by force through the air it can fly It can touch the heart of lightning Can nothing lead it to die? It belongs in our order It was only made Knowledge distressing Never-born will it believe That the air is ruled by monsters That scorch and break the sky Who boil the sees to poison Who gorge and bleed the ground This creature is part of it Both want it as theirs Both sides seek dominion Neither to repair A greatness I feel inside myself I could rule from a throne on high Make the clouds my castle power tempting, I can't deny It is out empyrean quest to make sense of dire chaos Claim it now, before it's too late Around your throat tightens the grip of fate