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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 |
