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