I am nature, the mighty mother I am the law: Ye have none other I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh I am the lust in your itching flesh I am the battle's filth and strain I am the widow's empty pain I am the sea to smother your breath I am the bomb, the falling death
I am the fact and the crushing reason To thwart your fantasy's new-born treason I am the spider making her net I am the beast with jaws blood-wet
I am a wolf that follows the sun And I will catch him ere day be done I am satan, accuser accursed Heed not my words, I was not first