1. THE UNHOLY CONCEPTION

Many millennia ago: a premonition of eternal chaos, of nations erased and forgotten, of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust

Of the black void he is born,
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths,
Squalling in sweat and shadow

The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within

It is all part of a great plan, the unholy will of an ancient evil,
To restore the glory of the forgotten, to enslave the universe for eternity,

Of the black void he is born,
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths,
Squalling in sweat and shadow

The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within

Bastard, slave, worthless, dust clogs every pore,
His wretched life is agony, they sow the seeds of vengeance


2. A BLIGHTED HOPE

Sweat drips on his brow, the sun shines so brightly,
A mirage of a savior, a black avatar of rage sent from the shadow throne.

There was so much hope,
That he could be the one
To bring about justice
And an everlasting peace.

The boy is impressed, his dreams are in his grasp, to fly far away, and travel all the stars,
He sees all their lights, though he does not know that by his hand they shall be destroyed.

Misread prophecy
He was the child messiah
Claimed by good and evil
Which path will he take?


3. CRYPTIC NIGHTMARES

He can feel it in his bones
The tides are turning
The seeds have been sewn
The tides are turning

He can feel it in his bones
His mind is burning
The seeds have been sewn
His mind is burning

He can feel it in his bones
The tides are turning
The seeds have been sewn
The tides are turning

An eternal flame burns within him
All the power of the stars flow through his soul
A great unease forged in the cold depths
It torments the dreams of a vulnerable south
Vivid visions of pain and suffering
Such fear can only lead to darkness
He will not embrace death – the nature of the universe

Writhing through his thoughts
Like maggots in flesh
Waking in cold sweat
Each and every night

Twisting, contorting, flailing, tortured
Manipulated by this black spectre of prophecy
Images of suffering, death to the innocent
He's growing ever stronger, the pieces fall in place
Lecherous thoughts betray his sacred vows
He is but a pawn in a game to wake a nightmare
Blinded by desires, passion is his downfall
Ruthless brutality wasted on the weak

Writhing through his thoughts
Like maggots in flesh
Waking in cold sweat
Each and every night

[agonizing howling]


4. SERPENTINE WHISPERS

There is one always watching from the shadows disguised as an affable mentor,
One who knows the gifts of the darkness, his words reek o' lies and a power unmatched
No one can sense his ever creeping influence, as he shrouds his ill will from his foes
He knows the young one's passions will overwhelm -all the somber vows he has sworn
Slithering into his ears, a legend was passed down from the old master to the vile disciple
Dark magic, dark desire, unnatural power - see the dead, stop the dying, save the ones he loves

The necromantic powers guised in white,
A noble cloth hides the fetid spirit
A bastard child born of prophecy,
Misplaced hope of an age forgotten
His words are like the singing of serpents
Songs the color of shadows
He blurs the line between good and evil
A false smile masking the deceit

Sensing the young one's power and lust, he grows ever bolder still,
A silver tongue conceals the bile of his nature – he wants to consume the stars:
“sit with me, my child, i know what troubles you, so listen to my words attentively:
Become a god, create life – though some might hold these ancient secrets as unholy and unnatural”

"ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem. Opem celaverunt ab te, verum quidem opem."


5. ACOLYTE OF THE TENEBROUS NIGHT

Dark tendrils infect his soul
His fate is sealed, he kills those near
That darkness he sought to destroy
Becomes entwined and one
He wanted an end to mortality
But he becomes death
Was his sacrifice worth it?
The stars will scream in agony

The very noblest of intentions
They burn the deepest scars
Of a mind forever lost
In the black madness of despair

He rises as an agent of darkness
He fulfills his destiny
An apprentice of hate and cold
He is born of prophecy
His soul rots from within
And the darkness is revealed
But he powerless to resist
The calling of the void

His dreams haunt him with images
Of that frostbitten eidolon
He is the harbinger of pain
Of the very same future he sought to destroy
Groves of grotesquely misshapen corpses lay in his wake
He is the ultimate betrayer
Whose name shall make the heavens weep


6. UNENDING POWER

He moves with singular purpose,
He walks through the cold stone,
Hideous betrayal, the innocent slaughtered
No mercy, no remorse,
He spits - on the corpses
Within this ancient temple,
Children impaled, no one is spared, no price is too great

Screeching in terror, fleeing footsteps,
No one escapes, no one survives

He embodies a wretched evil,
Long forgotten, forbidden name
Fire for blood, a power so endless,
The sacrificial soul tears itself apart
Precious life is traded, victims of the void
He feels righteous in the darkness,
And nothing can stop the night

Feeding on fear, feeding on anguish,
Engorging his power, mindless slaughter

Corruption fills his mind with hate,
All along this was his fate,
Insolent apostasy
Blasphemes the great prophecy

“how can this feel so pure? How can this feel so right? How can i reclaim my past? How can i undo what i have seen?
How can i bring them back? Immortality shall be my gift, the gift i grant to thee. Come and be immortal with me.”


7. OBLIVION

Falling, cursing, destroying, hating,
Killing, butcher, demon, earth crusher,
Slave to sin, blinded by fury,
Enthralled by the black abyss
Immortal judgment

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

He seals his fate, he fulfills his master's will
Upon a throne of damned souls, under a black crown
Decapitating, decimating, a grim envoy of death
Eradicate the impure, enter oblivion

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

"i cannot turn back, i must not think twice, i must learn the secret, i must have this power, i must defeat death"

Treachery, passion, absolute ruination
Searching for the answer, all morality is displaced
His mind is enslaved, his soul - disfigured
The darkness warps his grimace into an agonizing smile

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

Fire burns in his veins at the twilight of the final nightfall
A shattered soul, broken, now lost for eternity,
Screams from within a flesh prison
The ancient ones grin their evil grins,

Vile sorcery, planets imploded,
Life extinguished. Ghastly shrieking.
Every tree burned.
Every bird dropped dead from the sky
Every lake dried, every creature rotting,
The smell of death rising
Broken fingers dig their masters' graves
Endless suffering, charred corpses
Spirit of vengeance, his name - anathema

There once was a passion, a love,
A great beauty that all the stars smiled upon
An essence so pure, so noble, so full of hope,
An avatar of wisdom, peace and justice
She stares at him in disbelief, and her heart breaks a thousand times
Tears enough to drown all souls of a million worlds,
She cannot understand what he has done for her,
Allies lay forsaken, discarded all his vows


8. DESPAIR

Ashes fill his lungs, flesh is peeling away
Severed limbs around, his rage won’t let him die

A mentor turns his back, a brother is laid to rest,
A dreamer turns to dust, a lover breaths a final breath

“i feel my body burning; my soul is split in two,
Cut down and left to die, i clutch the earth in mortal terror,
Blackened flesh, eviscerated, i choke on ash and curse his name”

Again the black savior arrives, to claim his prize,
A tool of destruction too valuable to lose,

Destroy, dehumanize, power, control
An icon of evil, the face of sin

“i feel my body burning; my soul is split in two,
Cut down and left to die, i clutch the earth in mortal terror,
Blackened flesh, eviscerated, i choke on ash and curse his name”

It is a grand paradox
He is more machine than man
Enslaved forever inside
This black mechanical prison. In agony,
Doing the bidding of his foul master