Cryptic Wintermoon - Thrashomatic Overdrive

Addicted to protoplasmic matter
I avail myself do that wide abundance

For I am the creator – they call me god
This naive rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst
In my laboratory lovely named "earth" – your incubator – you grow and wilt
Scrutinized and analyzed
And when my work is done I simple pull the plug

I am theory – and practically don't exist
Syntax error – the unknown force of downfall
My name a synonym for terror – my blood the elexier of horror
I sustain all synthetic factors of physical composition
Archieving of all nocturnal phenomenons
The ultimate supervisor of statics – weaver of dimensions

Listen to that voice so mellow – close your eyes and fall asleep
But be on your guard not to go astray in the shades

Back to generation zero – thrashomatic overdrive
Enigmatic origin stain by hidden force
Extinguishing the flame of mortals – systematic termination
Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes

I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace