From the top of the highest mountainPrior to descent, my fall for TheeMy weapon is silence, I, bringer of lightTo burn this goddamn Eden downBehold I rise from primal silenceAs a storm crushing dismal shores of AcheronMy weapon is violence from the mud of the earthBack to the womb of BabylonSink in the stream of woeAcheronRise above the eyes of GodNecromanteionI am the oracleI am the grace of godI am the stream of woeI am wrath from aboveFrom Neptunian realm arisenBabylon the great I praisedWith the voice of silence, I called the geniiOf the heights and depthsI came down as raging MarsAs volcanic fire godTotality and I are oneIn the absence of lightInfinite I shall becomeSink in the stream of woeAcheronRise above the eyes of godNecromanteionSink in the stream of woeAcheronRise above the eyes of godNecromanteion