I drank a gobblet of fire...
I cut out the prophets tounge...
But still the sun refused to move

I tore a hole in the web of sanity...
The very fabric of life itself...
But still this flesh refused to burn

What a humble vision!
To forever dwell by the grace of the sun...

I gathered the moon and the stars...
In my little pouch of planets...
The renesance of astral flesh

Dripping and drewling with universal thirst...
Equelibrium going under...
In such an idle state of death

Sowing the seeds of a new dimension...

I am the conqueror in his petty paradise...
Spinning around in a garden of lush blooming death
Point at the sun and I will be there...
And the angels scattered and bleeding...
Will be the fundament of my empire...

And admidst all this forlorn beauty...
...I still laughed at the end.