He Who Mastered Shapes

From the darkness echoes a name, an omen
Oryx the taken king Lord of Chaos and ruin

Consumed by reprisal
Famine sustained by death

Taker of will and light
Pawns serve means to his blight

Dreadnaught hub to hive fleet
Navigates toward site of prolicide

Invades the system
Unmerciful intrusion awaits

Beings of light seek to oppose
Taken war initiates with strife

Saturns rings, framework of bloodshed
None left to prevent vengeance

Travelers influence motivated
Slayers of the hope-eater

Resolved to fight from the throne
Obscurity will thrive across worlds

Nemesis to eternal light bolstered by disciples of depravity

Within this traveling empire four grades of esteem lurk

Offspring of his majesty deathsongs meant to unwrite the light

Lord of shapes emerges monumentally...titanic god king

"You are the last hope of the light?"
"I have taken entire worlds"
"You are not worthy to face me"

"The darkness is a gift...let my will set you free"
"What you call darkness sit he end of your evolution"

In his dying moment as his lifeless body drifts toward Saturn

Oryx the taken king's vengeance denied