[Necrostar, Spoken]
So this is pain. I feel it, I taste it, I crave it, I feel alive! A ha ha ha ha! In my core I see red, and a pulsing song that will wake the dead!

[Sung]
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

[S.P.G.]
There must be something
There must be something
There must be something
There must be something
There must be something
There must be something

There must be something more

[Spine]
To this Vice

[Rabbit]
To this Love
[Hatchworth]
To this Life

[Rabbit]
There must be something more
There must be something more
Than this Vice