They lie
Propped upon piles of contorted corpses
Black hole hunger growing more
Rampant with every world consumed
Their eyes
Unseeing yet frozen wide in terror
Cursed to see horrors that not even their
Death can stop them from repeating

Loathsome lord of the mire
Self-anointed and all-consuming
Foetid fiend of the mire
Red-blurred visions is all they see
Devouring
Don't you hear them
Agony, a soundless symphony
Worms pulled from a black earth

Oblivion
I am the obsidian blade
Draconian
Fuck rising from ashes dwell in the flame

Reign of fire devouring everything

Serpentine
Time-wound chaos
Incarnate
Crown of madness
My scepter, Masamune
These worlds shall suffer eternally

Late
Too late to meet my maker anyway
Lost his way couldn't look me in the face
And you'll face the same end as
All who hear my name
Cause by then you know it's

Too late for you to stop the killing
Still could not quit if I was willing
No face no name for you to jump at
Can't hide no place for you to crawl

Mortal worms
Plucked from lamenting soul
All shall fear the reign of obsidian
Blade
The reign of obsidian blade