thirsting, waiting... - i drank a sulphur feast.
then, silently... in 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, amidst 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 unravelled...
the brittle of my bones,
a shredded mold of obelisks groutesque.
i stive beneath the essence...
derived from mortal men,
caught between two paralells of death.
thirsting, waiting...- i sailed a sulphur sea,
of putrid furious flesh... a parody of feasting fools...
where prophets and madmen ...walk hand in hand.
