I drank a goblet of fire...
I cut out the prophets tongue...
But still, the sun refuse refused to move.
I tore a hole in the web of sanity...
The very fabric of life itself...
But still, this flesh refused to burn.
"what a humble vision!
To forever dwell by the grace of the sun..."
I gathered the moon and the stars...
In my little pouch of planets...
The renaissance of astral flesh. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/covenant/bringer_of_the_sixth_sun.html ]
Dripping and drolling with universal thirst...
Equilibrium going under...
In such an idle state of death.
Sowing the seeds of a new dimension...
I am the conqueror in his petty paradise...
Spinning around in garden of lush blooming death,
Point at the sun, and I will be there...
And the angels, scattered and bleeding...
Will be the foundation of my empire...
And admidst all this forlorn beauty...
...I still laughed at the end.