As He Creates So We Destroys
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๐ Lyrics
At the seething and fiery center
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision
Both blind and bereft of mind
He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
Are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myriads of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation
The flute of the blind idiot
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
Combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time
No creation without destruction
No destruction without creation
To unmake a thing is to make another
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed
The idiot god on his black throne
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
His mindless unholy music of
Random creation and destruction
No living creature can look upon his face
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strike and burn the skin
Of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
Never does he receive supplicants
In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
As the god creates
So he destroys
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision
Both blind and bereft of mind
He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
Are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myriads of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation
The flute of the blind idiot
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
Combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time
No creation without destruction
No destruction without creation
To unmake a thing is to make another
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed
The idiot god on his black throne
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
His mindless unholy music of
Random creation and destruction
No living creature can look upon his face
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strike and burn the skin
Of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
Never does he receive supplicants
In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
As the god creates
So he destroys
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.00] At the seething and fiery center
[00:21.52] He sits upon his ebon throne
[00:23.63] Within his halls of darkness
[00:25.44] Which no man has seen and survived the vision
[00:27.34] Both blind and bereft of mind
[00:29.21] He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
[00:31.56] And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
[00:33.68] Are the foundations of all the worlds
[00:35.06] Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
[00:37.19] Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
[00:41.17] All the spheres would shatter into one another
[00:44.65] And the myriads of worlds
[00:46.58] Would be unmade
[00:48.84] As they were before creation
[00:58.22] The flute of the blind idiot
[01:05.32] Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
[01:09.39] Combinations
[01:12.27] Spinning on the woven carpet of time
[01:27.24] No creation without destruction
[01:30.56] No destruction without creation
[01:34.15] To unmake a thing is to make another
[01:37.44] Each time a thing is made
[01:39.50] Another is destroyed
[01:52.96] The idiot god on his black throne
[01:56.51] Does not choose
[01:58.17] What shall rise into being
[02:00.23] And what should pass away
[02:03.88] He cares only to maintain
[02:07.31] His mindless unholy music of
[02:11.64] Random creation and destruction
[02:17.93] No living creature can look upon his face
[02:21.01] And endure its terrible heat
[02:22.96] And black radiance
[02:24.86] That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
[02:28.35] Which strike and burn the skin
[02:30.41] Of those who would dare
[02:32.37] Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
[02:58.22] Never does he receive supplicants
[03:00.79] In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
[03:03.83] Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
[03:05.52] Endlessly he pipes
[03:08.27] And endlessly he devours his own substance
[03:11.39] For his hunger is insatiable
[03:13.80] As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
[03:19.51] As the god creates
[03:21.32] So he destroys
[03:24.52]
[00:21.52] He sits upon his ebon throne
[00:23.63] Within his halls of darkness
[00:25.44] Which no man has seen and survived the vision
[00:27.34] Both blind and bereft of mind
[00:29.21] He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
[00:31.56] And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
[00:33.68] Are the foundations of all the worlds
[00:35.06] Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
[00:37.19] Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
[00:41.17] All the spheres would shatter into one another
[00:44.65] And the myriads of worlds
[00:46.58] Would be unmade
[00:48.84] As they were before creation
[00:58.22] The flute of the blind idiot
[01:05.32] Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
[01:09.39] Combinations
[01:12.27] Spinning on the woven carpet of time
[01:27.24] No creation without destruction
[01:30.56] No destruction without creation
[01:34.15] To unmake a thing is to make another
[01:37.44] Each time a thing is made
[01:39.50] Another is destroyed
[01:52.96] The idiot god on his black throne
[01:56.51] Does not choose
[01:58.17] What shall rise into being
[02:00.23] And what should pass away
[02:03.88] He cares only to maintain
[02:07.31] His mindless unholy music of
[02:11.64] Random creation and destruction
[02:17.93] No living creature can look upon his face
[02:21.01] And endure its terrible heat
[02:22.96] And black radiance
[02:24.86] That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
[02:28.35] Which strike and burn the skin
[02:30.41] Of those who would dare
[02:32.37] Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
[02:58.22] Never does he receive supplicants
[03:00.79] In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
[03:03.83] Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
[03:05.52] Endlessly he pipes
[03:08.27] And endlessly he devours his own substance
[03:11.39] For his hunger is insatiable
[03:13.80] As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
[03:19.51] As the god creates
[03:21.32] So he destroys
[03:24.52]