Before every kind of conception Before the idea of existence From the depths of the Uncreated Lay the ancient god Flames – for cleansing the act of birth Order – to blow away every structural defect To trust the iniquitous No one asked to be created No one asked to be made No one asked to be made Aeons of apathy – illusions of independence Unsane Pangea dwelled by their subspecies His compass created the equilibrium Promising free will Deriding mankind's misery Summoning pathetic beings Urizen's fire will melt you in one Cleansed in a punishment Smelling like perfection Chaos will be the ultimate myth Depopulating this Planet Catharsis of souls Torture of bodies A whole existence of research for a self-proclaimed God Catharsis of souls Torture of bodies Finally melted in the Burning Sun For a self-proclaimed god