Their Last Creation

...And in the beginning There was a child Thrown into existence Dull and infantile Imprisoned in a pall Of putrefying flesh Not yet really living Already burnt to ash Called into existence To be without calling Inaptness is the shackle Dooming me to live Left without any senses I even Lack the lust To hate those godless beings That made me crawl through dust Accept, my sister I am the most powerful My last creation Will overstrain you! Accept, my sister I am the greatest god My last creation Is senseless... Unable to speak Unable to smell Unable to see Unable to hear Unable to feel You tore my skin Accept, my sister You forfeit our rivalry My last creation Overstrain you! Accept, my sister I am the greatest god! My last creation Is senseless...