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