Tsar Bomba

i am the master
 a ruler of things to be
 a matter aware of itself
 destined to rise above
 i am a slave
 addicted to my purpose
 no limits no boundaries can hold me down
 i am the envy of god
 tsar bomba
 behold the star
 risen from the ashes of eden
 behold the tsar
 the final round
 revenge
 the serpent grin
 tsar bomba
 the crown of man
 risen from the ashes of slavery
 behold the tsar
 the final round
 rise
 the serpent
 we are the masters, we suck the blood of life
 impaler of gods, destroyer of lies
 we hear the call from flesh
 we are legion, we are one
 we are the crown of creation
 deemed to march with open eyes
 we are the envy of gods
 hail thee, o serpent
 the offering that made us open our eyes
 out of the suffocating bliss of eden
 our will shall be the whole of the law
 i taste the unholy forbidden enigma
 a succulent bitterness grasps my soul
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 vanya, kuzkina mat
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 for thousands of aeons
 through chaos i have dwelled
 i am the one of many names
 rejected, cast aside
 i've mastered the master
 set the spark of life aflame
 i've planted my seed
 the will to power
 the nectar of the gods