Tsar Bomba

I am the master A ruler of things to be A matter aware of itself Destined to rise above I am a slave Addicted to my purpose No limits no boundaries can hold me down I am the envy of God Tsar bomba Behold the star Risen from the ashes of Eden Behold the Tsar The final round Revenge The serpent grin Tsar bomba The crown of man Risen from the ashes of slavery Behold the Tsar The final round Rise The serpent We are the masters, we suck the blood of life Impaler of gods, destroyer of lies We hear the call from flesh We are legion, we are one We are the crown of creation Deemed to march with open eyes We are the envy of gods Hail thee, o serpent The offering that made us open our eyes Out of the suffocating bliss of Eden Our will shall be the whole of the law I taste the unholy forbidden enigma A succulent bitterness grasps my soul Vanya, kuzkina mat For thousands of aeons Through chaos i have dwelled I am the one of many names Rejected, cast aside I’ve mastered the master Set the spark of life aflame I’ve planted my seed The will to power The nectar of the gods

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025