Antimoon (Concerning the Dead, the Coffin’s Fire Slow, but Eternal)

Under earth and in fire
You cannot touch me
Within me all the spawn
Of creation, of rock, of animal, and of green
I am not included by any limits
The heavens of heavens comprehend me not
There is no coming to me with one jump
And none without going about
Cronos dweller in youth eternal
You will not see me
The destroying power of time
Will cast all of their thrones
You will not start the work
Guardians of the gate of Daath
Through which all matter must pass
None will be enlightened in paradise
Beneath lowest of lows
I will be a builder of worlds
Above highest of highs
I will reach the pantheon
Cold and sharp as knife
I discover the enigmas
In this heritage of Adam and Satan
A beast with thousand horns and roaming free
My deadly wounds will heal
And all in this world and beyond shall follow