The Seed Ov I کے بول

From the top ov the highest mountain Prior to descent, my fall for Thee My weapon is silence I, bringer ov light to burn this goddamn Eden down! Behold! I rise from primal silence As a storm crushing dismal shores ov Acheron My weapon is violence From the mud ov the earth, back to the womb ov Babalon! Sink in the stream ov woe Acheron! Rise above the eyes ov god Necromanteion! I am the oracle I am the grace ov god I am the stream ov woe I am wrath from above From Neptunian realm arisen Babylon the great I praised With the voice ov silence I called the genii ov the heights and depths I came down as raging Mars As volcanic fire god Totality and I are one In the absence ov light, infinite I shall become Sink in the stream ov woe Acheron! Rise above the eyes ov god Necromanteion! Sink in the stream ov woe Acheron! Rise above the eyes ov god Necromanteion!