Malenchantments of the Necrosphere - The Black Dahlia Murder

Ancient human obelisk awakens from centuries of dust

Imprisoned in obsidian

A horrid golemesque abomination

The man of stone

Black soul within the ebon bone

Carved by the mad gods

Born from the mountains hull

Scrolls of blackened magick

Unearth this hateful will anthropomorphous

Propelling forward slow and sluggish

But rumbling to life

Beyond those whiteless eyes

A blinded rage of hatred, torment, and frustration

Eons of suffering

Eternal is the conflagration to crumble every feeble being

Found destruction his means of expressing

Juggernaut of endless enmity

Leaned hands equipped for throttling

The heartless devils who’ve bound him here

With malenchanments of the necrosphere

The end is near

His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside

From weakness armored for

When the skulls of man his flesh collides

Soldier of solitude

Of elemental pain

Driven to insanity when stone his form

Became incarcerated in his skin

Emancipate him from his sin

He once stood just like me

A peasant full of apathy

Petrified his family tree

Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise

Kill

Storm the mortals land

Unraveling his plan

Fists of iron swinging

Erase this Earth

Enraged in rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken

The crushed and splintered

Untimely their demise

Juggernaut of endless enmity

Leaned hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils

That have bound him here

With malenchanments of the necrosphere