Progeny of adam

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 kill them for what they say is evil
If any say lets search for that other tree
I will kill 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!