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 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

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