Malenchanments of the Necrosphere

[Ritual Of Condemnation]

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 mountain's hull
Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will

Anthropomorphous—
Propelling forward
Slow and sluggish, yet rumbling to life

Beyond those whiteless eyes
A blinded rage of hatred, torment and frustration
Aeons of suffering

Eternal is the conflagration
To crumble every feeble being found
Destruction, his means of expressing

Juggernaut of endless enmity
Leaden hands 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!

Arise! Arise!
Arise! Arise!

Arise! (Kill!)
Arise! (Kill!)
Arise! (Kill!)

Arise!

Storm the mortals' land, unraveling his plan
Fists of iron swinging
Erase this Earth, enraged

In rain filled footsteps, lie dead and broken
The crushed and splintered
Untimely, their demise

Juggernaut of endless enmity
Leaden hands for throttling
The heartless devils who've bound him here

With malenchanments of the necrosphere— the end is here!