Of Creations (Elitist)

Above me are the thunders of the inner deep The pouring rain will shape this earth I've got nothing to hide, I've got nothing to keep I will chill your shuddering breath This seed, that i'm about to plant Will be, your marvelous end This seed, that i'm about to plant Will be, your marvelous end Of Creations Of my creations (creations) And in this life I am nothing but what i create Above me are the thunders of the inner deep The pouring rain will shape this earth I'v got nothing to hide, I'v got nothing to keep I will plant the seed, of my creation Of my creation, of our creations.