[Verse 1]
In the depths of the void where reason has died,
He grins in the dark, with chaos as his guide.
Immortal, untethered, a god in the gloom,
He crafts twisted nightmares in his shadowy room.
No longer just playing, but tearing through fate,
His creations now scream as he toys with their hate.
With a flick of his claw, the stars twist and bleed,
A sinister hunger, an insatiable need.
[Pre-Chorus]
He is the endless mind, far beyond sane,
Where creation is agony, and destruction is pain.
In the pulse of the light, his madness is clear—
The fabric of life, he tears without fear.
[Chorus]
In the lab of the void, where the lights barely hum,
The immortal hand laughs, and the darkness succumbs.
Creation’s his curse, and destruction’s his game,
Each world that he breaks adds fuel to the flame.
Twisting the essence of all that exists,
His heart beats in madness, in each tortured twist.
[Verse 2]
Through the fractures of time, his laughter now rings,
In the silence of space, where no angels sing.
His mind is a labyrinth of shattered designs,
Where life crawls and writhes, enslaved by his lines.
He carves out their souls with a smile, so cruel,
His creations are puppets, and he is the rule.
They claw at the dark, they beg to be free,
But their pleas feed his madness, their screams fuel his spree.
[Pre-Chorus]
He is the god of the fractured, the ruler of dust,
Where each pulse of the light feeds his unholy lust.
No mercy, no balance, no kindness or grace,
Just the infinite void, with him at its base.
[Chorus]
In the lab of the void, where the lights barely hum,
The immortal hand laughs, and the darkness succumbs.
Creation’s his curse, and destruction’s his game,
Each world that he breaks adds fuel to the flame.
Twisting the essence of all that exists,
His heart beats in madness, in each tortured twist.
[Bridge]
He once was a master of light and of life,
Now he carves through creation like a blade through a knife.
There’s no end to his reign, no death in his wake,
For his immortality gives all he can take.
The old gods now whisper in fear of his gaze,
As he tears through existence, lost in his craze.
A being of nightmare, untethered by time,
Each moment he shatters the rhythm, the rhyme.
[Chorus]
In the lab of the void, where the lights barely hum,
The immortal hand laughs, and the darkness succumbs.
Creation’s his curse, and destruction’s his game,
Each world that he breaks adds fuel to the flame.
Twisting the essence of all that exists,
His heart beats in madness, in each tortured twist.
[Outro]
In the dark, he remains, with a sinister grin,
Forever immortal, forever within.
No end to his madness, no stop to his hand,
For the void is his kingdom, a broken wasteland.
The moth in the abyss, no longer just mad—
Now a ruler of nightmares, eternally clad.
