Conqueror-Aversions Crown

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 f**king 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]