Necrostar

So this is pain.
I feel it. I taste it. I crave it. I feel alive!
In my core I see red
And a pulsing song that will wake the dead!
Wolves. Saturn knew best.
Gnaw on the bone. Consume your own.
Scream. Howl like a banshee.
Wail at the terror. It devours you whole.
Wicked in blood
Wicked in bone
Wicked don't rest,
And fear's on a roll
Fear of your mind
Fear of your own
You can't save your soul
Die, die, die
Rise, rise, rise
Blackhearts rejoice
Light is running bone dry
Cry, cry, cry
Fret, fret, fret
Pray to me
I'm the Necrostar
I smell blue. I smell green.
And all the energy, left unseen.
I've always hungered for their plight
But with my human mind now, it just feels right!
I've chewed on ghosts lost in the stars
I've mingled with the Wither Lords; those cats are bizarre.
Who do you think sent the Sky-Shark-a-grams
or gave the Space Giant SPG's awful jams?
Commander Walter picked me personally to kill him too
And I of course obliged, or at least I tried to
But not even my dark heart could beat or gore
or swallow the red in his core
But oh what a taste and oh what a thrill
And now that he's gone I feel my tendrils spill.
Go forth little darlings, go forth to Sol.
Gather their little hearts for me to slurp from my bowl.
I love all the envy
And fear you create
Fill up my black
toxic heart with your hate
Don't try to run
Don't try to hide
I am the horror
that eats you inside
Die, die, die
Rise, rise, rise
Blackhearts rejoice
Light is running bone dry
Cry, cry, cry
Fret, fret, fret
Pray to me
I'm the Necrostar

There must be something There must be something more
Spine: To this Vice
Rabbit: To this Love
Hatch: To this Life
Rabbit: There must be something more
There must be something more
Than this Vice