The Sulphur Feast Lyrics

Thirsting, waiting... I drank a sulphur feast.
Then, silently... In an instant.
Your flesh become 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 the rubble...
Of stones and earthly flesh,
I laughed and served a sulphur feast.

And still it haunts me...

Drunk, with power...
I striked at the sun,
Engulfed, fiery instant
Gobbling, gobbling...
I devoured the stars,
My universe torn asunder.

Then, as dusk unraveled
The brittle of my bones,
A shredded mold of obelisks grotesque.
I strive beneath the essence...
Derived from mortal men,
Caught between two parallels 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.

My grave rose to the west...
For centuries long forgotten,
Relentless as the hungry gates of dawn.
And there, amidst the rubble...
Of stones and earthly flesh,
I laughed and served a sulphur feast.

And still it haunts me...