The Bringer Of The Sixth Sun Lyrics

The Bringer Of The Sixth Sun lyrics

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.

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.