From the Wisdom ov Zarathustra Lyrics

Behold the unfathomable universe and all of its chaos
And lo with what order is made of it becomes defiled by our hand
Behold the ways of the natural, and the ways of the divine
Manifest yourself into the infinity of your own mind

And lo, thy ancient prophet, of long forgotten days
Look into the fire which burns kindling in the desert Aryan lands
Behold the majesty of the stars at night, and the horizon far beyond
Proclaim to the highest what on earth you see with your very eyes

Lo, my son, one must embrace chaos to become a dancing star
And achieve human excellence and virtue beyond reckoning
Take thy hand for I am wisdom and I am about to crush all your enemies before you
Who claim that a world built on nihilism shall succumb to inevitable greatness

Lo look at man and how foolish he remains
Creating happiness for himself, a product of their own demise
The naturalist use reason to love life and the spiritual use religion for they hate life
Though as if either one knows what it means to be human?

Surmounting all beasts, becoming the mightiest of all
Attaining the grand title of Ubermensch
Raising forth a monument for the heavens to tremble before
And fall prostrate before their very Excellencies

Evolving from beasts to men, men back into beasts
Becoming beasts more heinous than any beast before thee
Surmounting over all over the beasts within the land, the greatest of all monsters
Man, who is the embodiment of the order and chaos of the universe in flesh and blood

Such complexity lives within their being, able to fathom what is beyond them
Using nature to acquire power and control, life to create death
Fathoming spirits beyond their reckoning to transcend the world without the world
And through transcendence shall they kill the gods they fathomed for themselves
To achieve the quintessence of humanity
And reign mighty in the heavens they created for themselves
Becoming that dancing star in the midst of all chaos
Alas finding meaning in a meaningless life

Thy Excellency is self created, thy morals, deeds, and joys are worthless
Thy religions are hypocritical, their followers are liars and actors
God is dead, for we hath killed him, with our own ignorance, hypocrisy, and demise
Got ist Tott, Got ist Tott, Kyrie Eleison
God is dead, for my fanaticism has killed him, and has ruined faith for everyone