Image Of The Horned King Lyrics

Image Of The Horned King lyrics

[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.