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.