Cryptic Wintermoon

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 dont 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
[ Thrashomatic Overdrive Lyrics ]