A Word to Conquer the Aeon
Your God is dead
Your ideals are dying
From the aetherworld
I give unto you
A word to conquer
The Aeon

In the beginning was the word
And the word was with god
And the word was the word
What a wonderful word it was!

Your God is dead, is word is dead
The word of creation still breathes!

The word will guide me
The word will protect me
The word will save my soul!
The word will save my soul!
The word will comfort me
The word will not leave me
The word will save my soul!
The word will save my soul!
And the word is Nihil