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.