Bringer of the Sixth Sun - The Kovenant

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
Ł˘what a humble vision
To forever dwell by the grace of the sun Ł˘
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