I take the garden from the hands of the gods Order it anew to serve my growth And it may be that I, destroy the garden And it may be that I, make a ruin of it It may be my progeny may teem Teem over the earth like locusts Stripping it bare If any say to live in the hands of the gods I will k** them for what they say is evil If any say lets search for that other tree I will k** them for what they say is evil Once the garden is subjugated to my will And all that do not serve my growth are cast down The fire of life flows through my progeny Still I must grow Your sufferings, must be borne It is for the cause of good See how great we've become Wielding the knowledge of the gods!