The Sulphur Feast

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, 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