The Living Dreams of a Dead God

A withered figure sits on a throne of bone
In the frostbitten wasteland at the end of all time
He carved a path of blood and hateful destruction
With a hungry blade made of blackest midnight
Under the fading light of the last stars
The sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss
I have learned more wisdom than was ever forgotten
By hanging my soul from an old tree root, rotten
In exchange for wretched necromantic black magic
I brought forth pestilence, sorrow, and endless death
Under the fading light of the last stars
The sunken pale eyes gaze into the vast abyss
(Aaaaaaaa-ooouuu!)
So I stand at the end of all time
When the last embers fade away
Staring into the fetid singularity
But I shall remain
I shall remain