[Verse 1]
In the chamber of shadows, where no mortal dares tread,
A being of madness weaves threads of the dead,
Cybernetic wings, gleaming cold in the black,
A moth toying with life, pulling strings in the crack.
In the dark lab he dwells, as light pulses and hums,
His creations rise screaming from the void they’ve become.
In the silence he whispers, the cosmos rewrites,
Giving birth to new horrors that tear through the night.
[Pre-Chorus]
He is the hand of the void, the dreamer of dust,
Bringing life from the dark, then back to the rust.
He smiles as they crawl, as they spiral and writhe,
Twisting existence like webs in the sky.
[Chorus]
A moth in the abyss, playing god in the night,
He toys with creation in the flickering light.
From the fabric of time, from the marrow of stars,
He spins life and death, tearing worlds apart.
Endless cycles of madness, where chaos is king,
The moth in the void, pulling strings on the string.
[Verse 2]
Wings like black mirrors reflect what’s unseen,
In the void where he toys with the strange and obscene.
With a claw he twists fate, with a whisper he breathes,
New life in the dark, yet none will believe.
They rise in his grip, from dust and from ash,
Then shatter like glass with a flick of a lash.
He plays with their souls, laughs as they scream,
A master of shadows, in an endless dream.
[Pre-Chorus]
He is the keeper of the pulse, the writer of doom,
Life is but playthings in this pulsing room.
He watches them fall, he watches them die,
His laughter is cold, like stars in the sky.
[Chorus]
A moth in the abyss, playing god in the night,
He toys with creation in the flickering light.
From the fabric of time, from the marrow of stars,
He spins life and death, tearing worlds apart.
Endless cycles of madness, where chaos is king,
The moth in the void, pulling strings on the string.
[Bridge]
In the void, there are secrets, dark as his soul,
Where the light flickers faint, and shadows take hold.
He reaches into the deep, where the old gods reside,
And bends their dead dreams, reshaping the tide.
But even he feels the pull of the dark,
As it whispers his name, leaving a mark.
A creator, a destroyer, forever in flux,
The moth in the abyss, on the edge of distrust.
[Chorus]
A moth in the abyss, playing god in the night,
He toys with creation in the flickering light.
From the fabric of time, from the marrow of stars,
He spins life and death, tearing worlds apart.
Endless cycles of madness, where chaos is king,
The moth in the void, pulling strings on the string.
[Outro]
In the dark, he remains, as the worlds rise and fall,
A being of shadows, who hears the void’s call.
His wings beat in silence, as the light softly hums,
In his endless creation, where the madness becomes.
A moth in the abyss, lost in the black,
Forever creating, but never coming back.
