Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast
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Then, silently...in an instant. Your flesh become me
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...and I was forlorn
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My grave rose to the west...
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for centuries long forgotten
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Relentless as the hungry gates of dawn
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and there, admist the rubble...
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of stones and earthly flesh,
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...I laughed and served a sulphur feast.
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And still it haunts me...
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Drunk, with power
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I striked at the sun
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...engulfed, fiery instant
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Gobbling, gobbling...
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I devoured the stars
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My universe torn asunder
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Then, as dusk anrawelled...
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the brittle of my bones,
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...a shredded mould of obelisques groutesqe
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I stive beneath the essence...
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derived from mortal men,
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...cought between two parallels of death
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Thirsting, waiting... - I sailed a sulphur sea
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...of putrid furios flesh - A parody of feasting fools...
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where prophets and madmen - ...walk hand in hand
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The Sulphur Feast
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| The Kovenant |
