In shadows deep where echoes scream,
The throne adorned in night’s cruel gleam,
With bloodlust thrumming in my veins,
Oblivion courts the chaos reigns.
Crowned in darkness, I rise from despair,
With fractured wings and a cold, dead glare,
A puppet master of dreams unspoken,
In this realm where the brave are broken.
Chained by whispers of my own design,
A specter forged from the twisted line,
The ashes of nations lie at my feet,
In the heart of the storm where the lost souls greet.
Through shattered glass, the visions bleed,
A tyrant’s thirst, a ravenous need,
I wield the storm with relentless might,
As chaos dances in the dead of night.
An obsidian heart fueled by strife,
In this inferno, they barter their life,
The echoes of war resound in my chest,
A legacy born of the cursed and oppressed.
Stand before me, bow or defy,
In this domain, the weak shall die,
From shattered dreams to a kingdom of dust,
A twisted fate, a tyrant’s bloodlust.
No more redemption, no path to reclaim,
In the grip of this chaos, I’ll stake my claim,
With every heartbeat, the darkness will claim,
A broken legacy sealed in my name.
And as the final dawn breaks cool and gray,
The tyrant’s rule fades and slips away;
In the silence that follows, a truth worth embracing,
In chaos, we find peace, the end of our racing.
Metal
Tyrant, obsidian, chaos, bloodlust, broken