Conqueror - Aversions Crown

From the moment of my reanimation

Before the dawn of time itself

Ripped from the stasis crypts

The betrayer of faith

Forged in the darkness of vengeance

Shadow of a dead world crafted from obsidian

Called on 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

The 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

The falling bodies, the first to be destroyed

Fallen corruption 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