Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast.
Then, silently... in an instant. your flesh [bad word] 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 [bad word] ..
Of stones and earthly flesh,
...i laughed and served a sulphur feast.

And still it haunts me... [bad word]  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.