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

Vanya, kuzkina mat

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