Begotten am I
From existent nothing
My hypogean self
In skies entwined

I, although many, am one
Reawakened and (ov) foresight
For nevther profane
Never divine

Begotten am I
From less, never from more
Will absolute
Never to be dwarfed

Begotten am I
Ardor not to be tamed
Roused with rapturous passion
Sealing my covenant with Cain

I am who I am
The shape things to come
Not ov the sacrum
Primeval yet divine