Conqueror
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 fucking 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]