Thirsting, waiting - I drank a sulphur feast
Then, silentlyin an instant Your flesh become me
and I was forlorn

My grave rose to the west
for centuries long forgotten
Relentless as the hungry gates of dawn
and there, admist the rubble
of stones and earthly flesh,
I laughed and served a sulphur feast

And still it haunts me

Drunk, with power
I striked at the sun
engulfed, fiery instant
Gobbling, gobbling
I devoured the stars
My universe torn asunder

Then, as dusk anrawelled
the brittle of my bones,
a shredded mould of obelisques groutesqe
I stive beneath the essence
derived from mortal men,
cought between two parallels of death

Thirsting, waiting - I sailed a sulphur sea
of putrid furios flesh - A parody of feasting fools
where prophets and madmen - walk hand in hand