[Refrain]
In the beginning was not the word, not yet
There was no sacred alphabet
No subject, object, verb or tense
Sound had not been enslaved to sense

[Verse 1]
The void was neither dark nor deep
It did not, like some giant, sleep
In cosmic unawareness, coiled
Undreaming of a world unspoiled

[Verse 2]
No melody did gently wake
This giant, nor did his soul take
The shape of song heard in his dreams
So making real what merely seems

[Bridge]
Instead, an undivided howl
A random, preternatural vowel
No beauty, truth or goodness here
No sin, no shame, no guilt nor fear

[Refrain]
There was no sacred alphabet
In the beginning was not the word, not yet