The Living Dreams of a Dead God

A withered figure sits on a throne of bone

In the frostbitten wasteland at the end of all time

He carved a path of blood and hateful destruction

With a hungry blade made of blackest midnight

Under the fading light of the last stars

The sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss

I have learned more wisdom than was ever forgotten

By hanging my soul from an old tree root, rotten

In exchange for wretched necromantic black magic

I brought forth pestilence, sorrow, and endless death

Under the fading light of the last stars

The sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss

(Aaaaaaaa-ooouuu!)

So I stand at the end of all time

When the last embers fade away

Staring into the fetid singularity

But I shall remain

I shall remain