From the moment of my reanimation
Before the dawning of time itself
Ripped from the stasis crypts
The betrayer of faith
Forged in the darkness of vengeance
The shadow of a dead world crafted from obsidian
Called upon to be the conqueror
Wearer of the blackest crown
A lucid mind infused with hatred for life
A seething repulsion for humans without a physical form
Earth's cataclysm waiting to be born
This is the only outcome for a world so lost
To be consumed by a vengeful creator
Limitless design, wasted potential
This world will be a burial ground
This world will be a burial ground
A ******* burial ground
As the tempest approaches, damnation is near
The grand designer's vessel has been exhumed
Controlling bodies are the first to be destroyed
Fallen corrupted to never be recovered
A kingdom so cold (a kingdom so cold)
The obsidian king breathes into the eye of the machine
Even the nightmare fears me [2x]