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As He Creates, So He Destroys Lyrics
At the seething and fiery center
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision
Both blind and bereft of mind
He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
Are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myriads of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation
The flute of the blind idiot
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
Combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time
No creation without destruction
No destruction without creation
To unmake a thing is to make another
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed
[solo: Dallas]
The idiot god on his black throne
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
His mindless unholy music of
Random creation and destruction
No living creature can look upon his face
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strike and burn the skin
Of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
Never does he receive supplicants
In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
As the god creates
So he destroys
He sits upon his ebon throne
Within his halls of darkness
Which no man has seen and survived the vision
He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute
And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns
Are the foundations of all the worlds
Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time
All the spheres would shatter into one another
And the myriads of worlds
Would be unmade
As they were before creation
Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless
Combinations
Spinning on the woven carpet of time
No destruction without creation
Each time a thing is made
Another is destroyed
Does not choose
What shall rise into being
And what should pass away
He cares only to maintain
His mindless unholy music of
Random creation and destruction
And endure its terrible heat
And black radiance
That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron
Which strike and burn the skin
Of those who would dare
Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god
In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors
Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them
Endlessly he pipes
And endlessly he devours his own substance
For his hunger is insatiable
As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots
So he destroys
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According to Sanders these lyrics were bassed on the Donald Tyson's Necronomicon, which were bassed in H.P. Lovecraft works, the song is refering to Azathoth, the supreme god of the mythology invented by Lovecraft, in the chapter of the necronomicon concerning about Azathoth he is described as the creator of the universe and his keeper, but also it's said that he is blind and idiot, he doesnt care about what is created or destroyed, just keep the balance of the things that are in the universe.
Personally I see in Azathoth's theme the way H.P. Lovecraft (declared atheist) his vision of a supreme god, curiosly this god, Azathoth, has a servant and emmisary, Nyarlathotep, which actually use to bring chaos and destruction, also he is actually very clever and act in a very human like way, easily interacting with men and other species of the mythos (at difference of Azathoth which is an irrational idiot). Also if you think a bit you can see a correlation Azathoth/Nyarlathotep=God/Devil while even if the last one scorns the first, but just is ultimately forced to serve him,in the Necronomicon it's said also that even Nyarlathotep is kept in existence by the senseless music of Azathoth, also it's said that Nyarlathotep will "rebel" Azathoth in the last day of the universe and break his flute, finishing himself and all what exist. Finally, we can also see some sort of relation betwen the late conception of Lovecraft's circle writers as Azathoth being the origin of the BigBang, the one who keeps the balance betwen energy and matter.