[lyrics by Trondr, 1997]
Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid
Oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine
I could almost drink the blood of Jesus
I would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin
I fell down out of exhaustion, my face met the ground my mouth was filled with sand
And my skin was boiling from the sun
The vultures stared circling above me, I was almost ready to give my body to the birds of doom
Lay myself to rot in the burning sand fields, I was dying....
... But then, a mighty dark shape rised before me and gave me shelter from the sun
It was a god - the god of them all, and indeed he had brought a bottle of vine... The blood of himself
He spoke a distant language and granted me the bottle
I received it with my shivering pale hands... I drank the vine, and as I steadily came to myself
The god slowly vanished with the dust, except that of him which he had left in the bottle.
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/u/urgehal/image_of_the_horned_king.html